It's that time of year again.. the spiders decide they are cold and come clattering inside, posing silently in odd places until you notice them, screech, and look for something to put over and under them so you can chuck them outside again.
Unless, of course, they are Sweet Teensy Spider, a little feller who has taken residence on the sink tap in my bathroom, practicing spins and slidy-upsy-downsy-web (spider, not technology) games whenever the tap is not in use.
What an odd place to live! I was avoiding using the tap until I realised that I could not allow an archnid to dictate my hygiene practice.
How long will he last?