We had a spider..
Naow, the more….whats the word for people with long memories..anyway, that lot. of you may recall that the honeybun has xray vision where it comes to ‘piders.
Since the move to Alexandra Hills, the ‘pider alerts have been limited to..of the outside variety, and have been teensy ones adorning ..rosemary bushes, tomato bushes laden with fruit, that sort of thing. Rarely do the blighters manage to get Inside. I have personally escorted only a few of the ..alleged maneaters outside to ..various bits of nature. Trees and suchlike. Anachrids that I would classify as..not being big enough to even manage to open their jaws wide enough to do a successful bite of a Human, but nevertheless, of the maneater persuasion.
Daddy long legs have only been occasional visitors, but I can understand this, on account of..KILL IT that gets an airing whenever a suspect critter is found.
Yesterday, one of the original prehistoric critters managed to find its way into the bathroom. The honeybun came out pale, shaking like a leaf, and the usual KILL IT was not in evidence. Instead, her hands were describing something of dinnerplate size, and it was BEHIND THE TOILET.
Sure enough, here was the denzion itself, trying to pretend to be part of the wallpaper. Sitting up like Jackie.
Gone were the days when these lot were ..well, not a common occurence, but almost regular visitors to the tanderra st establishment, due to a sliding flyscreen door that had a gap you could drive a bulldozer through between it and the glass door it was situated next to.
The Billisaurus scavenged some of that black foam rubber strip, with adhesive on the back, cut it to size, and severely limited said anachrids access to the bedroom, and ensured that there were ..hardly any..heart stoppping moments, when the blighters would wait, and pounce on my poor honeybun out of the shower curtain, for example. They werent a bad size, as piders go, saucer size some of them. The local version of Huntsman.

now, back to the tale.
The Billisaurs says things like..poor piders, not their fault they have eight legs, if it wasnt for them we’d be knee deep in blowies..but it has little ..noticeable affect on the xray viewing
HoneyBun. KILL IT. Yaas.

So, we get some a4 paper, or an envelope, and scoop the little blighter up, and proceed to take him outside onto a suitable bush/tree/shrub…etc etc.

This one was a tad different..I’m sure he had F! racing genes in him or her somewhere, so a piece of paper was never going to work. This requires a different set of tools, namely a glass to trap the bugger under, and some paper to slide over the top to keep the sod under control until we could navigate our way outside. Um..next time I’ll get some cardboard to slide over the glass. He had a wicked set of fangs dangling down, and I wasnt that keen to put any appendages too close to him, even if it was on the other side of the paper.
Result..one huntsman pider, making a break for it, having managed to get through a wrinkle in the piece of paper, down my arm and onto the floor..which by this time, just happened to be outside the..walk in wardrobe. Lots of pider hiding places, full of honeybun artifacts, knicky knacky noos, and things that were decidely and definitely out of bounds to critters, especially but not limited to those with 8 legs.
Various things were said, and lots of honeybun artifacts were tossed around, until I managed to see him hiding under a shoe rack, Well, this was taken outside, given a vigorous shake, and returned to the walk in robe, where the Billisaurus tried to return it to its..pre pider state.
Thankfully, the honeybun wasnt a party to these shenanegans, as I Know she wouldnt have ventured in until we were pest free in the boudoir. How the sod managed to get inside is still a mystery, and be assured we are working on it.
Pider pikky..seven legs, so almost exempt from the KILL IT..and anyway, this one never ventured inside. Was to be found populating the trees out the front of the Tanderra st address. She got called Gloria…and therein hangs a tale for another time