I've never been a big fan of spiders. There, I've said it. I just think there is something creepy and darkly Gothic about them. The way they look, the way they move and let's not forget how gross the way in which they consume their prey is, really. Isn't nature wonderful? Last night, I was lying in bed, watching the telly when all of a sudden a spider dropped down from the ceiling on its string a bit like Tom Cruise in that scene in Mission Impossible, and landed on my bed covers, bold as brass. I admired its cheek but only after I'd swept it off the bed with a flick of the wrist. Creep.
