Two weeks have slipped by very quickly with nothing written, shame on me, took me a while to negotiate the maze of broadband installation, sign up with a new email account, get my very long contacts list to coordinate with my new email account so I didn't have to laboriously start from scratch and enter them in manually, and become accustomed to operating in a format which looks completely different from the last one, things that when you're as clueless as I am kind of slow you down. Rather than piddle around pretending to know what I'm doing and stuff it all up, I find it far quicker to wait for the all knowing ones to come along and set me on the right track.
I'm beginning to believe there is a code of conduct amongst the insect and bug population where they look out for each other and pass on vital pieces of information via antennae twitching, hairy leg rubbing or simply by general chit chat on warm balmy nights as they pass each other up the drain pipe, in the undergrowth, on the compost heap or wherever it is they socialise.
Half way through watching a movie last weekend there they were, those telltale legs again, another Huntsman spider deciding he'd like to make a house call and check out what was in the bookcase. Sorry, but he had to go, tolerance level is very low when they actually invade my territory. Gave him a good squirt, moved some books to get at him, and of course, couldn't find him. Amazing how such a large spider can so easily hide itself. Poked and prodded with the broom, no luck, squirted some more in the hope that would finish him off, eventually gave up and picked up the books to put back on the shelf, and sure enough, all the time I was looking for him in the books, I'd actually removed him when I took the books off the shelf and he'd been happily sitting on the floor next to me. Not to be outdone I unceremoniously stomped on him for trying to outwit me. The victory was mine, but in the days to come I think the locals had got wind of the slaughter in my house and began to take their revenge.
First there was the Jack Jumper ant crawling up the door frame of the toilet. Now, these are not nice little fellas like in Antz or A Bug's Life. These are nasty little beasties who have a habit of being very jittery whenever you get too close, hence they jump around a bit to avoid being stepped on in the hope they can get in the first bite, and if you do fall victim you definitely know about it. If you think the bite is bad, the ensuing itch that lasts for days in its wake is enough to drive you to distraction. Known to send people into anaphylactic shock, I rid the world of each and every one I come across without the slightest remorse.
Then there was the White Tail spider, also trekking across the floor in the toilet, an equally nasty beastie to be avoided at all costs. Both met their deaths, but that wasn't the end of it. My daughter in law Biz nearly freaked out when she headed into the loo a couple of nights ago to be confronted with yet another Huntsman spider. Relief soon came though as she realised it was on the outside of the window and not the inside, but who's to say that's where he intended to stay. Sneaking a peek is what I reckon he was up to, checking out the right time to slip in the back door unawares and get his own back for the depletion of his species. So, out came the straw broom and another arachnid was swiftly dispatched.
Not sure what the lesson is in all of this. Live and let live? Nah!
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