We went out to a BBQ tonight, hosted by one of Mr.Q's co-workers. It was a perfect summer evening to be in a back yard, barefoot, drinking cider and enjoying lazy conversation with a background serenade of people playing guitars (and even a banjo!) Came home early-ish, as Mr.Q wanted to head out to catch a friend's band downtown.
As the night was still deliciously mild and the full moon was out, I thought it would be nice to walk him to the bus stop. Went into the bedroom to change my shirt, happened (thankfully!) to look up...and there was an ENORMOUS spider on the wall above the bed. Above my side of the bed.
I think I may have woken the upstairs neighbours when I screamed. I knew I wasn't being melodramatic, either, when Mr.Q came running, saw the beast, and blanched himself. Usually he "liberates" the arachnids, taking them outside. This one got squashed and flushed, post haste.
Walking him to the bus stop after, I was most grateful. I pointed out that it's a good thing I saw it before he left, coz I'd probably have called him to come home and rescue me. Came home, went to wash my feet before bed...
There was another one in the bathroom. IS another one in the bathroom. BIG. Trapped under a yogurt container till Mr.Q comes home.
Not sure I'm going to be able to sleep for awhile! Guess I can use the adrenaline rush to get another bit of knitting done. I'm kind of afraid to go to bed now. I'll be checking the bedding quite thoroughly, at any rate. Can you tell I've kind of got a thing about spiders? Not my favourite. I would not do well in the tropics, I suspect.
(Did I mention that they were/are HUGE?)
Mr.Q gets mega-double-chocolate-fudge-brownie points for offering to turn around and come home, when I called him about the second one. Unless I hear the plastic container move, though, I should be fine. I hope.