On Saturday I was lucky enough to go and see Emma for her birthday. I had read a tweet from Jon (her other half) about a gigantic spider, but didn't really think anything of it. I'm not really that scared of spiders, I mean that urban myth about you eating spiders whilst your asleep wasn't ever something that thrilled me to know, but little money spiders aren't going to do me any harm.
I'm not a fan of Scary Spiders though, you know the sort they are often found on street corners drinking cider that they have convinced someone to buy for them... oh wait that's yobs... Oh yes Scary Spiders, like Tarantulas or ones the size of dinner plates, but we don't get them in the UK unless they are someones pet, and if you know me and you have a dinner plate sized spider DO NOT TELL ME. I will bring bug spray and kill it, I don't care if it is gentle.
So I get told about the giant spider, and how it was as big as a small car (okay so they didn't say that, but I knew that is what they meant) and it wasn't until Emma found the spider behind the sofa again that I realised they weren't exaggerating.