Good morning, Michael12 and all!
Regarding my post yesterday about the spidoid on my scarf at the Crown & Cushion, I had another scare that night!
About 9 pm, I'd shoved a plate of Spar Breaded Chicken Nuggets in the microwave for 3 minutes, cubed some Cathedral City cheese to put on them and waited in the living room.
The microwave pinged. I opened the door and there, dangling from the bottom of the shelf above the microwave, was RamboSpidoid, dark brown and built like it could lift 4 shipping containers all at once and throw them 400 miles!
I was absolutely hysterical!
I screamed YOU ARE NOT HAVING MY CHONKY NIBBLES, YOU BEADY-EYED FREAK!
I quickly grabbed my long-handled brush from the long-handled dustpan and was about to whack it, but it had disappeared!
Then I stood there for a few seconds, scared to get near the microwave in case it had dropped down when I opened the door. Very cautiously approached, brushed raised for war, and couldn't see it, so I grabbed my plate, closed the door, shot up the other end of the counter, plonked the cheese on, squirted everything with garlic mayo and vinegar, then galloped into the living room like an Olympic horse, sat down and shook violently as I did at the pub!
I know some people who read my spidoid posts might think I'm exaggerating, but I'm genuinely not! I'm absolutely petrified of even the tiniest ones, but this one was huge!
The kitchen and bathroom are next to each other. I was too scared to switch the kitchen light on in the night to get to the bathroom, so I left both lights off and just fumbled around in the dark!
I needed a cuppa about 2 am, but I have a kettle, etc, in the bedroom as well as the kitchen one, so I didn't need to go into the kitchen!
I was a nervous wreck going in there this morning, but RamboSpidoid was nowhere to be seen ... thankfully!
I have 2 cleaners, Tony and his husband, Martin. A few years ago, I was in the shower when Martin was there, he was busying himself doing various housework, and I suddenly shot out of the shower at speed, dripping wet, hair covered in shampoo, wrapped quickly in a towel and said to Martin GET IT! He shot in and found a whopper clinging to the shower head! He tossed it out of the window as I stood there in the kitchen, dripping water on the floor and shaking!
Once I was dried and dressed, he sat me down with a cuppa as I quivered! My hero again!
Have a good one, all of you!