I hate spiders, and if that sort of thing happened to me I would probably die of fear.
(And if I survived, I would have to sell the house
).
Seriously though, I woke up a few weeks ago, and when I came to make my bed I found a spider in it. Now I have to check the bed every time I go to sleep, and when I wake up (it was pretty scary; not a massive one, but the thought of it was bad).
Once I was on holiday and in the bathroom was a huge (I really mean that) spider. The trouble was that everyone else was asleep when I found it (it was about midnight), so I couldn't make any noise, and thus my usual method of declaring all-out war on the thing was not really an option. I had to stealthily follow it, and subsequently lost sight of it as it ran into a cupboard. After about 5 minutes I got the courage up to see if the spider was still in the cupboard, and thus ready for a swift death, but to my horror it had escaped. Sadly I had the most minuscule room ever on this holiday (and it happened to be adjacent to the cupboard which had housed this beast of a spider). I slept on the sofa for the rest of the holiday, and didn't even bother to go back into my room after that.
The story is both funny, and also, for someone who hates spiders; pretty terrifying.
Angus Higgins