Just this weekend I was saying to friends how I'd been here a whole 18 months and hadn't seen a massive Australian spider. How lucky am I???
Uh yeah, until this morning when I walked into my lounge room and THIS was staring at me:
People, that is not cool. I was tempted to wake up my flatmate to deal with it, but remembered she is the type who opens the windows and doors and ushers such creatures out like some f*cking honored guest. Which completely clashes with my policy of obliterating anything related to the insect family before it can reproduce and its spawn can take over the world.
So after about half an hour of girlish shrieking and prancing, three-quarters of a can of insect spray, two thrown sneakers and possibly breaking the only broom we have in the apartment, I had killed the great beast and then woke up my flatmate to take care of the corpse.
Needless to say I am very shaken by this whole series of events, and may have to take stress leave from work for a couple of days to recover.