Picture this....
Late last night, Mr W has just gone off to bed, & i'm curled up on the sofa with an indulgent bowl of Greek yoghurt & honey ice cream. (Justified by the fact I'd just got in from a really heavy training session)
I'm absent mindedly eating & channel hopping, when I feel a crawling sensation on my chest.
Now this usually means im being tickled by a stray bit of hair (from my head children!), but this time- it was different!
I pulled down the top of my T shirt to see- nestling in the depths of my cleavage.......
A FECKING SPIDER!!!! :scared: :scared: :scared: :scared: :scared: :scared:
I threw the ice cream across the room, put an arm across the top & bottom of my T-shirt to prevent it going anywhere even scarier......and bolted upstairs to Mr W, where he was rudely awoken by a scream of
"IneedyoutowakeupanddealwiththissituationNOW!Theresafeckinspiderinmybra!Dosomething!"
Him: Dont bring it near the bed! What sort is it?
Me: Its got 8 legs and its getting on my tits!!
Him: go into the bathroom & drop it in the bath.
So there I was, getting out of my T-shirt & sweaty sports bra with my eyes shut tighter than I thought was possible (having declined his offer to splat it in-situ "NO! I dont want a dead spider in my bra!")
Thirty seconds later, one dead spider, a faint me ,and one hysterical Mr W, the job was done.
Only posting this coz in hindsight I think it was probarbly quite funny......and wondering if anyone has any worse spider incidents to tell? :shock:
i used to, on occasion, sit with my mates tarantula on my shoulder watching tv, he used to love the A-team
I grew up in an old stone built farm house which was full of spiders - usually of the big hairy garden spider variety.
I woke up one night with my face tickling, which I was used to 'cos the cat slept on the pillow. Opened my eyes and took a little while to realise why I couldn't see out of one eye. Yep, sodding great big hairy arsed spider standing over one eye. I leapt back, hitting my head on the wall - making the spider drop off into the bed so I grabbed the covers - waking the cat up who shreiked (never heard a cat make that noise before) - I realised both me and the spider where on the bed so I jumped off, catching my foot in the clutched cover and fell over - this woke my folks up, they came running in thinking there was a burglar - as they opened the door they hit the cat on the head 'cos she was trying to get out - finding me strewen on the floor with my only explanation being "SPIDER!!!!"
My Dad couldn't find it so I had to try to back to sleep knowing it was in there somewhere. I don't usually mind spiders but I take exception to being woken up by one traipsing over my face!
H.x
Eeeeew!
H-x, that is truly disgusting! However, I have absolutely no sympathy- coz your arse is too nice!
:giggle:
a fairly simple one...
nightime. In bed... thirsty
reach to side for trusty pint glass (cold water) to quench thirst...
>>~~~strange sensation on attempting to take sip~~~<<
yup!
Big Money-Funster stretched across top of glass.....
nearly drank the bogger if it hadnt had such a grip on the lip...>lip of glass.. not my gob!<
the glass was swept up from the wall, and pieces picked out of door in the morning, though the spider was never seen again!
Pete_sw... gimme the gories..pleeaassee!
>its not the *blister* type story is it?<
LP
A friend of mine was cleaning the top of her kitchen door. As she used her duster to brush over the top of it and singing aloud to the radio a massive spider dropped into her mouth. The poor girl turned green on the spot as the spider struggled with only its legs hanging out of her mouth to get out. She spat it out on the floor and it ran for dear life. My friend was so shocked i made her a cup of sweet tea and had to sit with her for 2 hours until she calmed down. If it was me i would have had a heart attack. She gets her husband to clean the doors now.
& sleep well!!!!
:gagged:
LP
Oh dear, you'll all love this one!!!
Many moons ago when I was a teenager and still living at home, I was helping my Mum clear some stuff out from the cellar. As I carried some boxes into the kitchen I felt something on my ear. I put the boxes down and brushed away what I thought was mabye a spiders web or dust.
Wrong!!.........It was a spider!!.
But with my brushing of my hand had actually sent it creeping into my ear. At this point I'm screaming like I don't know what, bent over, shaking my head with the loudest, most deafening noise going on in my head which no-one else could hear. (Imagine Rice Crispies when you first pour the milk on............but LOUDER!!!)
Mum comes running in and there's me screaming, "I've got a f*****g spider in my ear", bent over and shaking my head and by this time sobbing!!
Mum had a look but couldn't see anything, so she's on the phone to the Dr's. They said to get some cooking oil on a spoon and warm it in the steam of the kettle, pour the hot oil into my ear.
*Just HOW LONG does a kettle take to boil when you have a demented sider in you ear, ffs!!!!*
The idea being that the heat would kill the spider, and because it was oil, it would float to the top and could be removed no problem, job done........!!
So there's me bent over the sink and Mum pouring this HOT oil into my ear...............then..................*SILENCE*......................*NOTHING*...................*NO SPIDER*.................
Great so now I have a DEAD DROWNED spider TRAPPED in my ear!!!
On the phone again to the Drs and they said to drive up to see them straight away.
In the car we get, Mother driving like a lunatic to get to the Drs, which seemed like miles away, and me sitting in the car sobbing, with this dead creature and hot oil stuck in my ear.
Eventually arrives at the Drs and goes straight into see the nurse, who had to syringe my ear twice to get this thing out.
Trust me it was HUGE. and not the best experience I've had, never really liked spiders before then, but now I am petrified of them.
Fortunatley, the bf is very understanding and gets rid of any that dare come into the house.
*shudder*
M xx
Thanks 'meat2pleaseu'..........it's funny now, but it sure wasnt at the time trust me.
xx
Mine is relatively tame in comparison.
When I was younger, I'd gone to bed, turned out the lights, climbed into bed and attempted to get comfy. Turned over, felt something in my hand, tried to make out what it was, squished it a bit, rubbed it through my fingers, even tried to smell it to see if I could work out what it was that way.
Still couldn't work it out, so got up, turned on the lights, looked in my hand to see several black/brown bits and a few legs........ I luckily stiffled the scream and shuddered at the thought that I'd been sharing my bed with an unwelcome guest.
I STILL now go to bed and check under the covers before getting in.........
There's a thing you can buy, it's about a tenner, I got it from the Garden Centre - It's like a spider hoover! It's got a 6 inch clear plastic tube that you place over the spider, then you press the button and he's sucked up into the tube. Then you release him into the garden, or out of the window.
Course, as I'm a total wuss, the tube would have to be about 20 foot long before I could use it, but Mr Cherry is a dab hand at it!