"hugely giant spider", gang? I mean, really say it? Out loud, letting the full force of all those consonants and syllables fill your mouth before bursting forth on your tongue???

Then can you just picture it being 5 AM and you suddenly switch on the light because you need to find something on your night table and THERE face to face with you is the hugely giant spider? Meaning, of course, that he was practically right there on your pillow!

He looked right at me and you could just tell that he was just as freaked out as I was -- "Who turned on that fucking light???" He made a bee-line (yes, spiders also make bee-lines; it's not just something bees do) for the window sill. I'm guessing he was hurrying home to blog about me: "Can you say 'hugely giant female', gang? I mean, really say it? Out loud, letting the full force of all those consonants and syllables fill your mouth before bursting forth on your tongue???" Etc., etc., etc.

Loyal readers of this lofty blog no doubt recall that my home is Spider Paradise, especially in summer. I have a no-kill policy re: all insects. I either pick you up in a Kleenex and release you to the wilds of the great outdoors, or, if you're too big and creepy looking, I pray quietly that you will just go away. It'll be interesting to see me falling asleep tonight. That windowsill is right above my head...

[I love the typos!! Makes that kitten seem extra scared!]