Calling out from beyond the grave, Steve Irwin must be conducting some sort of nature show from inside my bedroom.
For the past couple of weeks, my room has been the residence of choice for various bugs.
Now people who know me will know that I'm not exactly pro-bugs. I like some bugs, but most bugs just piss me off.
And while last week's grasshopper was actually a somewhat pleasant (and better than the last one which actually jumped up my pants and irritated the living shit out of me), I just don't know if I can deal with tonight's guest.
Because quite frankly…
THERE'S A BIG FUCKING SPIDER UNDER MY BED.
I know he's there too as only a few minutes ago I said…
THERE'S A BIG FUCKING SPIDER ON THE WALL NEXT TO MY BED.
And he's now run under my bed.
Probably a huntsman which means harmless… but still… I don't like spiders. It's really simple.
Could he just go somewhere where they love spiders. Like an Alfa dealer or something…