I hate spiders – always have, always will.
Sometimes nowadays, if I am feeling especially brave, I can deal with the smaller ones – and by dealing with, I mean batter the crap out of them, preferably with a long handled, heavy implement. But tonight, as I was availing myself of the facilities in our smallest room, my spidey-sense quickly spotted a huge feck-off monster lurking around the base of the plumbing. Mrs WeeKeef was indisposed, so there was no help to be had there. I leapt into action and whacked the offending arachnid with a bottle of Tesco bleach.
No good. It got away. Five minutes later Mrs WK, glowing from her ablutions, caught me prodding tentatively round the far corners of the loo with a plastic sword long since laid aside by Boy 3 (of 3). I withdrew, humiliated and defeated, switched off the light and closed the door.
It’s still in there. And I’m not sure if I can have a shower in the morning.