We're coming to get you....

Is it me, or is Cleveleys being subjected to a spider storm?

Well, I must share my latest thoughts. Is anyone out there bothered by spiders?

A few months ago, I had a spate of spiders tramping over my bed at regular intervals. My first encounter was when I'd been fast asleep, when suddenly, something woke me up with a start, I don't know how it managed it, such a small spider. It must have been a picture, me coming face to face with this three quarters of an inch of jet black, squat, horrible spider. I screamed out like a banshee, the spider took its size fours, and ran hell for leather in the opposite direction to me. It was literally inches away from my face, so I shot in the other direction to my bathroom to get toilet paper to scoop up this invader. Meanwhile, husband was fast asleep, while I was having a panic attack! The sheer thought of this thing crawling over my face was enough to give me the heebiegeebies. I quickly threw it out of the bathroom window while hoping it had a parachute - I can't kill anything.

Sleep was very difficult to come by, but eventually, I managed it. A couple of nights later, the same thing happened, this time while the light was on. There I was reading quite happily, when here we go again, another Mr. Size Nines came calling on me! This time it was on the adjoining pillow, ready to come across and say ' ha, you thought you'd got rid of us, here's another recruit'. Once more, screaming out in terror, I raced to the bathroom (luckily it's en-suite and not a mile down a corridor, or I'd have no hope). It was exactly the same, squat, black and horrible .I quickly grabbed it and again, out of the bathroom window it went on an abseiling lesson! My eyes were wide open with shock and disbelief, how many more were there? I quickly found out, over the next couple of weeks, this rigmarole was repeated, with me laid down cosily in bed watching a TV programme, when out came Big Brother, usually scuttling in front of me as if to say you can't catch me. Oh yes I can clever clogs. It was a race to get to the bathroom before it disappeared, but guess who won?

I had my husband pulling the bed out, looking in every crevice, nook and cranny. I was convinced there must be a nest, but not a sign of one. Hoovering under the bed, searching every inch of the bathroom, nothing was left to chance, not even a cobweb was to be found. I think they thought it was a figment of my imagination. I began to wonder how much more of this I could stand, the sheer horror of something crawling up my nose or in my ears was too awful to contemplate, why was I being hounded so constantly? Suddenly, they disappeared as quickly as they came. At last I thought, can I relax? Oh yes you can my inner voice cried, so I relaxed, let my guard down, and all was quiet for about three months.

Ah, guess what, yes you're right, I went to turn my bed down tonight (I take my fancy top pillows off the bed etc.) when a squat black spider ran out from under the pillow I sleep on. I screamed out and nearly died of shock. Not again I thought. It must not have liked the look of me, or it had a past memory of floating out of my bathroom window, as it shot down the back of my bed. I immediately thought, 'you're mine buster', and luckily Kevin was going past the bedroom door, so he ran in and pulled the bed out, and there he was, hiding in the corner, not so brave now mister!. My hero grabbed him and took him outside. I just hope to goodness, we're not off again, they give me the creeps. I'm warning them, the next thing is exorcism!. Anyway, keep your fingers crossed it was a one off, or my nerves will be too bad to write, or probably only ghost stories.

(I reckon she's emitting pheromones that are irresistible to spiders - Jane)

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