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Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Spider hotel

Where the hell did all the spiders come from? Is there a tiny insect newspaper with a tiny insect classified section advertising property to rent and holiday spots? If there is, I reckon my place is top of the list. Nice, one bedroom ground floor unit; large garden with delectable eating spots; no cleaning in the corners or bath. Make an offer.
There’s been a steady stream of these (excuse the terrible pics – cell phone camera isn’t the best, but it’s all I’ve got):

They’ve been making webs in all sorts of places, including the bath. They seem to think it’s ideal; I don’t use the bath, so I don’t feel the need to clean it too often – especially when its inhabited by creepy crawlies.
Yesterday morning I woke up to find this rather menacing arachnid chilling in the corner of my bedroom:

I thought it was just a rain spider, but on closer inspection, I changed my mind. I did a bit of googling, but couldn’t find the identification. He was still there when I got home, but I opened the window and once the sun set, he scurried out into the great wide open. At least I hope that’s where he went. I dud a cursory check and didn’t find him lurking in any other corner or dark spaces.
And then, while taking a shower I noticed this idiot:

He decided that a good place to set up shop would be in the rubber seal of the shower door. Yeah, I know – go figure.
I’m seriously considering complete fumigation – these house guests are driving me nuts, and creeping me out just a little.

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