Today a new spider moved in. It’s the biggest and best we’ve had for a couple of years. It’s over 2½ cm long, tiger striped legs and rests elegantly on the drumskin web waiting for dinner to visit. We shalln’t see any of those orrid bluebottles that get trapped in the kitchen, with poop on their feet and who vom’ on food before hoovering it up. No, the spider will dutifully wrap it up in silk and then munch it late in the night. Good spider.

The worry is that it’s in a corner of the kitchen where the dogs usually jump up to the window to bark at next-door’s cat, a moment’s clumsyness could leave my spider less than it began, so let’s have no accidents ladies.

I will do my part and clear up it’s husks from the shelf underneath  so that no-one is tempted to evict my new spider.