Kevin the Spider

Let me tell you about Kevin. He first appeared on the ceiling of our bedroom. He was far enough away from the bed for me not to be too worried. Also, he seemed to like sitting in the same spot so I was happy to let him sit there. Now, I’m not a big fan of spiders, and this one was rather large (big enough for me to feel sqeamish about anyway). But after evaluating the situation and after naming him (who could be afraid of a spider called Kevin?) I felt relatively safe.

The problem came on Friday night. Kevin was gone from his usual spot. I can cope with there being a spider in my room (especially one called Kevin) so long as I know where it is. I went to bed rather anxiously, wondering where he was. Could he have got into my bed? Would I inhale him during the night? Would he be sat in my slippers when I put them on in the morning? Or in my glass of water?

We didn’t see Kevin again until Sunday morning. Mr WF had just got out of the (brand spanking new and rather exciting) shower and I was in the bathroom waiting to get in. Mr WF noticed a shadow on the inside of the shower curtain. I think we may have found Kevin he said. As I have said before, I am not a big fan of spiders but I can tolerate them. But I certainly didn’t want to share a shower with one. Especially as I really can’t see much without my glasses on and Kevin would have just appeared as a big black blob. So I asked Mr WF to remove Kevin.

This is where it gets entertaining. Mr WF at this point was still naked after his shower. He didn’t think to clothe himself more appropriately. He captured Kevin on a magazine (Runners World if you’re interested) and carried the magazine, with Kevin running all over it to the window.

Have you ever seen a naked man try to put a lively spider out of the window (at the front of the house overlooking the road and the neighbours) without exposing himself to all and sundry? I can tell you that it is a very funny sight to behold. As you can imagine, I was very helpful at this point (rolling around on the floor laughing, I recall).

So, that is the story of Kevin the Spider, who lived on my bedroom ceiling for a ocuple of days and was then thrown out of the window (by a naked man).

4 thoughts on “Kevin the Spider

  1. That made me laugh out loud a lot.
    I guess you have not read “We need to talk about Kevin” though, as if you had you would not have named a friendly spider that.
    Was Mr WF (or you) concerned about the student living with you and her reaction to a naked man putting a spider out of the window?

    Also, a mutual flump-loving friend of ours SQUASHED a spider on a mug last week. She would not let me put it outside.

  2. Oh, too, too funny! Welcome distraction from the domestic that seems to be occurring in my office as I write…

    I have a nasty habit of trapping spiders under cups/glasses/saucepans and then not getting round to releasing them.

    I’m also nominated spider remover for the boys round the corner as though I dislike them (spiders, not the boys) I can cope with dealing with them.

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