All eight of its devilish eyes stared at me with menace, it had eight legs, hairy, thin and spazzing with hatred.
I looked it in the eye(s), bad idea, I didn’t realise they could fly.
It lurched forwards and with a thin string of silk, swung violently in my direction.
I ducked, before screaming, “You foul, insolent, little insect!”
Now I had really done it, the spider sped across to the wall behind me and tried a faithful attack.
But I was ready, I grabbed my weapons, a fly swat and bug spray.
It stood no chance now.