While Scandinavia is suffering from a serious cold, and is buried under tons of snow* we are moving toward a new spider season. Last night, as we were on our way to bed, Tim suddenly told me not to go in to the bedroom. Did I obey him? Of course I didn't! But he had discovered a wolf spider. My hero managed to trap it under a glass (yes, he is far too nice - I would have crushed under a book/newspaper/whatever was close and handy**) and get it out. But I seriously freaked out! Tim tried to calm me down, by saying that at least I didn't have to worry about being bitten. Wrong thing to say - at least when the emphasis is on 'you' rather than 'bitten'. I.e. he normally gets bitten by them. This was followed by a story of how he just to be bitten as a kid, and I remembered the HUGE one I once saw back in Gloucestershire (too big to fit under a glass!), and Tim tried to calm me down again by telling me about all the beasts his Aussie mate was bitten by as a kid. Not helpful! I will from now on sleep on the sofa and never enter the bedroom again...
*While this seems to annoy all my scandi friends and family who desperately long for some sun and spring - suckers! - it has actually spiced up my life. 1) I get to feel like a live in the tropics (one can always dream) and in a very civilized country that has (at least for the moment) working public transport. 2) Mum has changed her normal topic of conversation from "What did you have for dinner? We had..." to "You will not believe how long it took me to get in to/home from work today" and "We have had to shovel snow xx times today". Variation is a blessing!
**Yes, once in my youth I trapped an enormous bug in the middle of a library book. I never finished reading it (or opened it), but returned the book the following day. I still feel just a little bit bad about it.
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