Walked face-first into a spiderweb today. Always fun. Mind you, close up, the sound of my hair tearing free of the spider silk was rather spectacular. The minutes I then spent picking spider web off my face and peering frantically to make sure there wasn't a wolf spider in my hair or down my top, not so much fun. I could understand if I'd been out bushbashing, but in fact I had just stepped out of my front door.
Bloody Australian spiders and their taste for manflesh.
On the topic of which, there's a huntsman in the dining room, lurking above the glass doors, who gets very irate whenever I pull the curtains to or fro. I'm currently operating on the time-honoured huntsman interaction policy of "If I just ignore him, he won't eat me in the night, and sooner or later he'll go away". Because, quite frankly, true-blue Aussie or not, I have to admit that huntsman spiders creep me the hell out. It's the way their legs DON'T FIT inside an upended bowl, and the way they will hang on one spot of your wall for weeks on end and then overnight they'll have moved to a spot which, in spider terms, is clearly more than a single night's journey away.