Right!
You may recall that I mentioned a certain spider before logging off yesterday. It, or a member of it's clan, dashed across the sitting room floor late last night. For the fourth time, Mr Soop used the tumbler and postcard to trap it and release it outside.
Long ago, I worked in a tiny shop in a village in Cornwall. Two ladies and a dog stood on the threshold of the doorway. One said, we can't come in. I explained that it was okay for her to bring the dog inside. No, she replied, I'm afraid of large spiders and you have one on your shoulder.
All hell let loose. I ran into the street in a state of near collapse. The gentleman who lived in the flat above the shop heard my screams. He went inside the shop with a torch and scrambled around on his hands and knees to reassure me that the creature was no longer there. After which, normal service more or less resumed. Heck!