Oh, September. Or should I say Spidertember? For it is that month once more, when the eight-leggedy-ones scuttle out from wherever they lurk, humming Barry White tunes and looking for lurve.
I will have to lock down my bathroom as some sort of biohazard, due to the Tegenaria Gigantica (Giant House Spider to its mates) who thinks my shower vent is an ideal love-nest. It's the only sensible option.
(Have you seen that Phill Jupitus sketch on spiders? He would understand.)
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