Manic Illustrator in a Panic

So I was sitting on the sofa for the latter part of the evening . The TV was on, then suddenly I caught some movement out of the corner of my eye, against the dark colour of the sofa something was moving, creeping.  I had already got rid of a live mouse in the morning, it had surely not enjoyed the trauma of being in a house with cats so much that it had returned?

This thing had just come out from the corner of the sofa, from behind me, in the gap between me and the sofa. This moving thing came into focus. It was a BIG version of the BIG house spiders.

It’s pace was steady, thankfully away from me. It was definitely unperturbed by my presence. I can deal with these spiders usually in a quiet manner,  usually with a glass and a piece of card but NOT when they have seemingly been ON me. Eurgh, it had probably been hanging inside my fleece before I put it on, Ewww, or crawled on me, then off me onto the sofa.  Why is it that I have to emit a small squeaky shrieking noise or strange sounds of disgust at this point? Is this evolutionary, or learned? Is it a girl thing? It really is reactionary and kind of ridiculous.   That spider gave me the heebie jeebies because it had probably crawled on me.   He finally left by being ejected from a glass over the hedge in the dark.  No doubt he has found his way back by now….or perhaps he is on some other unsuspecting person’s sofa…..

 
Not the actual spider. I think mine had a smirk on his face!