Lying in bed on this warm peaceful bank holiday morning....
Dd: "Mum, there's a spider in the hall" note she says mum, not dad . Not too concerned as she has been known to call sugar ants spiders.
Wonder out of the room [shoeless, therefore unarmed], half alseep, look to where dd is looking & there it is....
Hoon Huntsmans brother!......Just waiting to pick a fight!
It makes a mad dash off up the wall at around the time dh realises what is going & kinda squeals like a girl....sigh.
Mad dash for the Mortien...that stuff is near on useless...I end up having to unload almost half a can on it before it stops running away, are they made of steel or something?
What I want to know......is where had the bloody thing BEEN all night! It was sitting quite happily outside our bedroom door.