Now I like spiders, outside (and at a distance), or those spindly vibrating ones in ceiling corners. But... a giant long-legged black house spider just raced across the floor towards me causing me to scream and jump onto the bed, then in a panic upturn a wine glass on it (almost empty). However, it was so big that its legs stuck out from under the glass in a couple of places. I tried to push them in but one fell off. It raised its front legs and showed me its fangs in outraged fury. We'd just seen the bloody thing in the bathroom half an hour earlier - J had called me in to peer at it because it was such a monster. 'That'll be in our bedrooms before we know it!' I said. I MEANT HIS BEDROOM. Horror.