Thanks alot UFGN... until 5 minutes ago I lived in ignorant bliss that nothing on this boring little island could kill me other than a knife weilding hooded teenager or a drunk driver! Now I've got little wannabe Black Widows to look out for!!!!!!!!
I won't tell my girlfriend this, she already lives in fear of... everything!
Looked up False Widow Spiders as soon as I read your comment. Good info here: http://www.nhm.ac.uk/about-us/news/2007 ... 11767.html
don't like the bit about the warmer winters insuring their survival, leading to the species spreading across our country. FFS!!! I will now kill every spider!What I was about to post before reading UFGN's frightful news:
I don't (didn't
) kill spiders, I just remove them with a tumbler and sheet of paper, without touching the little f**kers.
I've been at my new flat for a year and have yet to see a spider! There's one outside just by the front door (he's got seconds to live!) but there have been none
inside the flat... strange!
My last flat was very modern, it was not a ground-floor flat either, so I would have expected less there. We got maybe one or two a month (I think! I don't know, we got whatever's "normal")... but one day me and the girlfriend decided to watch Arachnophobia, and I shit you not, this was the day they all decided to show their skinny little legs!
Two spiders crawled out of the vent to the boiler cupboard, one ran across the floor, one was in the top corner of the room above the TV, and another (the adventurous, cocky little f**ker) lowered himself from the ceiling and stopped at eye level about 3ft infront of the sofa!!!
... this all happened at the same time... all whilst watching Arachnophobia! WTF!!!
My "remove and preserve life" philosophy went out the window that night... they all perished!
Bizarrely that's not the first time we were haunted by insects in that flat. Apart from wasps in the summer months using the living room as a final resting place before transending to the great nest in the sky, we also had a problem with flies for two days... and only two days. They were unusually large, fat, and slow flies that were easy to kill. That's not the bizare thing though... it was bizare because the flies first turned up whilst we were watching another film...... yep, that's right, The Fly!!!!!!
There were four or five in the flat during the film, then for the next two days (after the first five were disposed of) they were just in the bathroom. The bathroom was clean, there were no odd smells (I even got on a chair, pressed my face to the extractor fan for odd smells... thinking that maybe a bird might have died in the vent from the extractor fan)... but nothing. The window would be locked, the door closed, yet everytime we went in there there would be one or two more. We would kill them, go out, come back and there would be one or two more. Two days later and nothing, no more flies.
... definitely should have watched more porn in that flat!