Anyway...I stepped on to the carpet and did a great big stretch and looked up to see if our friend *shudder* Mr. Spider was still up there, sitting on my ceiling.
He wasn't. - A slight shock.
Then the shock went away because I realised that I had observed that he was not there the previous night and had already been shocked then.
The odds were that he'd probably crawled into my mouth when I was sleeping, and he was now making an intricate web in my tummy. Ok - maybe the odds weren't in favour of this particular scenario, but my imagination was running wild! The sensible sounding odds were that he'd just creepy crawlied his way to another corner or crevice in my room and was just sitting there. Waiting. (And plotting a way to crawl into my mouth when I was sleeping.)
Anyway. I went into the bathroom to freshen up and when I returned I noticed that THE SPIDER WAS ABSEILING DOWN FROM MY LIGHT. AAAAAAAHHHHH!
At this point I realised that I could either shut my eyes and run away or be really brave and 'get rid of' the spider. I then deduced that, taking my personal levels of 'fear of the not knowing where the spider is', and 'fear of spiders' into account, the most sensible option, for me personally, would be to 'get rid of' the spider.
But how was I going to do this? Panic stricken as the spider started to retreat up his line of web, the multiple 'get rid of' methods were whizzing through my mind.
I didn't want to touch the spider. Ewwww.
I didn't want to kill the spider. He hadn't done anything wrong, and he probably had a family to take care of.
I needed a MASSIVE container to capture him in, so that the distance between us could be maintained.
Then I realised that this was unrealistic and there was a handily placed plastic ex-half-a-tin-of-sweetcorn container on my desk, next to a crusty cereal bowl. So I picked up the potential spider container and emptied it of its sweetcorn juices and approached the acrobatic spider.
Then I suddenly got really really brave, (I think it may have been adrenalin), and placed the container around the spider and put the lid on. Then I opened my window and shook the spider out of the container. Then, with slight trepidation, I brought the container back into the room. There was a moment of anxiety when I thought that the spider may have crawled on to my hand, or clung on to the container for dear life, not wanting to leave the warmth of my room, but no, all seemed fine and the spider was nowhere to be seen.
So I'm guessing that the spider is now outside, enjoying his new found freedom. Making webs wherever he pleases, catching flies and other creepy crawlies, eating other bugs and scaring different people.
That, or he's found his way back in here...