21 September 2011 : Written by A Camping Ninja
Halloween was not for another month yet, but freakily, I had just come across one of the biggest spiders I have ever seen, squatting in house just now.
Its cheeky grin was doing nothing to reassure me of its innocence. And in fact, they had all had cheeky grins on their faces. There had been eight so far this September and an average of two per night in the last few days alone: scary September!
Not forgetting the saying ‘if you wish to live and thrive, let a spider run alive’, it was becoming apparent that there was only one thing for a lean, mean, killing machine (cough, cough) ninja to do: evacuate!
It was way too scary to stay in the house. There had been two spiders too many already tonight. So it was time to pack up the tent and head outside for a night of camping out in the back garden.
‘Right, you’re in charge of the house now’ I called out to the goldfish and cat, knowing all too well that left to their own devices, they would both happily eat any spiders that came their way (although technically speaking, in order to live and thrive, that wasn’t actually what I wanted to happen as it was bound to be unlucky). I checked my tent bag for any eight-legged clingers on then clambered out into the garden with my camping gear, shutting the back door firmly behind me.
Camping bugs were one thing; I could deal with those, but spiders in the house; uh-uh, no way!