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I'm not afraid of creepy crawlies, let's get that straight first of all. I'm the first one in the bug house at the zoo, and if you find anything interesting looking then I'm right there to try and get pictures (Exhibit A: The day I made my sister give me her raspberries so I could extract the tiny caterpillar and take photos - http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3217/2427730652_c32868838e.jpg).

There is however, a caveat to this. I don't like insects crawling on me. I can happily sit in a room with a spider on the wall/floor/wherever as long as it doesn't look like it's going to make a dash up my leg. I'm the sort of person that sees a bug and traps it under a glass then deposits it outside into the great outdoors where it can skip happily off into the sunset, or get eaten by something bigger, whichever.

So for the past few days I have been observing the (big hairy) spider in my bath with curiosity mostly. On Monday I accidentally washed it down the drain while trying to rinse my hair and I thought that was that. However on Tuesday it was back and looking at me with what I can assume was a 'dude, wtf?!' look whenever I went to the loo. I tried getting it with a glass and paper but the bath's really slippery and it wasn't having any of it. On Wednesday it had just about made it up the side of the bath and then on Thursday it was back in the bottom. I did feel a little sorry for its clearly Herculean effort to get out, but wasn't going to attempt the stress of a rescue again. Friday it was gone and I was happy for it, truly I was. So I really wasn't expecting when getting in the bath tonight to move my shampoo bottle only to have it drop into the scalding water.

After all that, I boiled the damned thing to death.

Then I had to run a new bath, cos when you heat spiders up, they er, they kind of disintegrate.

Ooops.

*just fyi, I'm not totally dirty, I'd been using the other bathroom this week so I have washed between Monday and today, just in case you're wondering.

He was a History Boy, that's good enough for me! In fact if he's the cast I think he was, I saw him on stage and he was, if not memorable, not bad enough to have stuck out. This is a good thing, yes?

Happy New Year!

And in the words of Neil Gaiman:

May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful, and don't forget to make some art -- write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself. I hope that you'll dream dangerously and outrageously, that you'll make something that didn't exist before you made it, that you will be loved and that you will be liked, and that you will have people to love and to like in return. And, most importantly (because I think there should be more kindness and more wisdom in the world right now), that you will, when you need to be,  be wise, and that you will always be kind.