So the *real* reason I posted the last spider post, well, lets just say I had a bad spider issue last night, and needed to get something off my chest.

It was 3am, and I'd just finished off working on a Uni assignment... so I crawl into bed, do my bible reading, and switch off the light. Darkness. 3am. Something wakes me up... It sounds like a rustling noise. I thought maybe I heard a mouse, so I switched on the light and looked around the room. Nothing. Silence. Mice are like that.

Light goes off... more ruslting. I turn the light back on. Silence. Nothing. Now I have to say, if a mouse makes it into my room, then good luck to them... I'm not going to worry about a mouse overnight... its not like it is going to jump up and eat out the side of my face just to make a nest for its young... no... "a mouse I can live with" I say... and reach for the lightswitch.

Just as I'm about to turn off the light, a massive funnel-web spider drops off my uni textbooks, and onto the floor... where it most unco-ordinatedly runs away from the books, and runs around behind my basket of clothes. Behind that basket is a huge pile of stuff. Like, stuff just grows there. Being ABSOLUTELY PARANOID of spiders I sit on the edge of my bed... frozen. Swearing under my breath. Its 3am. Can't call anyone for help incase it moves somewhere else... I would never find it again. At least I know which half of the room it is. Just. Really it could be anywhere. I'm the skinny white guy standing on the edge of his bed in his undies, so I'm not too well equipt to deal with the most deadly spider in the country.

I grab some jeans, good sturdy dark blue thick jeans. shake them... nothing... one leg goes in... as the second leg goes in... NOTHING. Grab thick socks. Tuck jeans INTO my socks. Put on running shoes with appropriate flat sole for spider slamming. Grab the walking stick that someone gave me for my birthday (Thank goodness Sharna and Kris have s sense of humour) I have a walking stick... and I'm not afraid to use it. I'm just afraid the spider is going to run up the stick and bite my hand. In the top pic you can see me bashing the teddy bear with the walking stick. Everything in my room got this treatment. Also, can you see my jeans tucked into the socks?? Huh??

By now, its 3:10am, and I start moving things around the room one by one with the walking stick. I know that the spider is angry... (you can tell because they run when they are mad.) I also know that its Male. Ive seen enough of these spiders to know that they get rather agressive. Move the basket of clothes... nothing... move the items of clothing one by one... nothing... move the uni books... nothing... move the John Bevere book... Bang. Spider. Angry... Its raised up so I can see the redness underneath its fangs.

First thing I do? Grab the mobile phone to take a pic of it for proof... *BUT* the camera file folder is full of other photos... So I stand there deleting old photos just to take a pic of this spider for you. (dedication huh?) The spider makes a run for it... straight behind all my drum stuff.

To cut a long story short. 45 minutes it took me to clear the floor, scare the spider out of hiding, where when he made another run for it, I smashed him with the 'trivial pursuit' box. Who says nerd games don't pay? That game was worth its weight in this morning.

If you look closly at the pics I took after the trivial pursuit ending, you can see bits of the spiders leg strewn across the floor. That was courtesy of Good Ol' Uncle walking stick.

Funnel web : Death by 2 throws with trivial pursuit box, and about 50 frantic blows with a walking stick just to squish him into the carpet. (NB: I'll vacuum later today.)