Tonight was Friday night. But in this house, it turned into ‘Spider Night’.
It has been a nice day, warm and sunny. Windows had been open, so too the kitchen door leading out to the garden. We live in a country village, surrounded by fields, farms, and a nature reserve all within sight from the end of the street. We should expect outdoor things to occasionally intrude inside our home.
Relaxing on the sofa after dinner, we were watching TV when my wife shouted and moved so quickly, I thought she had been stung by a wasp. But no. She had seen a spider run from the corner of the room behind her, scuttling under the large wooden unit that the TV sits on.
She described it as a ‘big one, the black kind’. We get quite a lot of spiders in the house. Most have small round bodies, and spindly legs. In the shed or garage outside, I have often seen the larger black ones she referred to, but they are rare inside. If in range, they are always killed, usually just by an instinctive reaction to stamp on them, or hit them with something without even thinking about it.
We are not kind to spiders, I confess.
However, this was the most athletic of spiders, running fast ennough to set a new 100 metres Olympic record. It was not going to be caught. And by hiding under a unit too heavy to comfortably move, it had guaranteed it would not be disturbed until it chose to reappear.
For my wife, that was the end of her relaxing evening. She sould not rest, fearful it would suddenly come running out again. Even worse, that it might navigate the room unseen, and secrete itself in the bedroom, ready to drop onto her face as she slept, of hide under the duvet before she slid under it to sleep.
I am not that fond of spiders, but she has a morbid fear of them.
A cursory examination behind the TV did not reveal the arachnid. It was probably busy nesting underneath somewhere, or looking for something to pounce on and eat. Resorting to illuminating the gap below the unit with a torch didn’t help, as there was no sign of it. That led her to conclude that it could now be anywhere in the house, which left her edgy and panciky about where it could be.
It is now 11:30 pm, and it still hasn’t shown up. I am going to bed soon, but I suspect she will be sitting up all night on the sofa, with the lights on.
No point telling her that it is much more scared of us, than we should be of it.