A runner

We are having friends of mine visiting this weekend, so there is an obvious need for cleaning the flat. I was sorting papers on the floor (horrible, horrible carpet!), when I saw something strange.

- Tiiiiim, is this a spider or a flower? [Please, God, let it be some funky kind of plant! I'll swear I'll go to church more often.]

- Eh, you want me to say flower, right?

- Yes!

- Eh, yeah, it's a, eh, flower.

- Nooo, it's a dead spider.

- Oh no, it's just the skin of a spider. But don't worry. It is from the running kind, so he won't be in here any more.

Wrong answer! And not comforting! Especially not since I store all my underwear in a bag under the bed...