Two nights ago, Mrs Faysh was curled up on the sofa under a duvet feeling sorry for herself (she's got a bit of BirdFlu) snuggled up to the 2 girls, I was on "the boys sofa" giggling at crappy Youtube vids with my son. All of a sudden she throws the duvet across the lounge.
On enquiring why she'd attempted to beat the World Airspeed Record for a tog 10.5 bed covering, it transpired there was a "massive" spider crawling across it. Sure enough on investigating the crash site, I did indeed find the World's second biggest spider ever, so quick as a flash I slipped a handy carrier bag over my hand and rescued the 3 damsels in distress.
All illusions of bravado and valour soon evaporated when I went to release the behemoth by the wheely bins as it has already escaped from the bag and was making way towards me to steal my boots. I ran in the house like Scooby Doo pursued by the baddy of the week.