I love spiders - especially the ones that make the fancy webs - I always apologise to them if I have to walk through their webs and try to move them intact if I can.
My house has been full of daddy-long-legs ones over recent years - I watched a whole family hatch on the low ceiling over my computer and I still get the odd one belaying down in front of me.
I confess I'm squeamish about the ones that look like black widows - I have one of those on the ceiling over the bath, and I put a bog roll escape ladder in the bath yesterday to let a big hairy one escape so I didn't have to touch it.
Glad your dad is OK.
Epona , glad to hear your dad didn't suffer to much from his bite. I've mentioned before I have false widows. I moved a bookcase recently in the bedroom and found one behind it. I didn't think it was the "best" place for it so re-homed it in the garden.
I agree, what I was trying to say (in a very poor fashion!) is that I've lived with them for years and continue to come across them in unexpected places. I've not been bitten yet, or if I have, it wasn't anything to worry about. I had a nasty bite from something on my leg a couple of years ago which became inflamed but I guess that could have been anything!The point of my tale is that they are not generally dangerous. I often rehome spiders outside but that's more to rescue them from the cats than anything else.
What, no picture of the new beastie?There was this ruddy great big... thing... today/yesterday, lurking on the frying pan that was in the washing up rack.
It was fucking massive, it didn't look like a teg, more like the one that N_igma posted a photo of earlier in the year.
Sad to say that when I had to get a colander from the rack it jumped and I squealed a bit and dropped a couple of saucepans on the floor, one of which hit my foot
It got even better, the next day the OH went to do some washing up and I was alerted to a problem in the kitchen due to shrill screaming noises.
The big spider had been on a tea towel, he'd picked it up and the spider had run up one arm, across his back (shirtless!) and down the other arm before dropping to the floor.
The kitchen looked as if a bomb had gone off, there was washing up water all over the floor.
The spider was unharmed and appeared to be smirking at us