A couple of nights ago I saw, on the bedroom ceiling...a SPIDER...
He isn't struck on them himself, so catching them and putting them safely outside is never going to happen in our house. That would be my preferred method, but beggars can't be choosers.
Anyway, naked as a jaybird and armed with a paper roll, he climbed on the bed, stretching precariously and wobbling about (I could do with a firmer mattress, really). He caught the little blighter and put it to rest down the loo.
It's now Spider season here, a time of year I hate.
Just saw this I can almost picture the scene, but I’m trying not to
Anyway, take heart because there’s always someone much worse off…