Pincers

Awoke this morning to the sight of a long legged fiend bearing down on me. No readers it wasn't my latest date just a rather large spider who saw fit to dangle itself above my head. I yelped and jumped up, scaring the cat and waking my daughter. She burst in the room to find me cowering by the wardrobe. She, like me, suffers with arachnophobia. So we both set about finding the cat to set it upon the beast, which at this point had blindly made its way onto my pillow and was languishing there. It was huge, so big you could see it's brown spiky hair and what looked like pincers on it's head. That's right it was tooled up with pincers, this monster meant business. No web making or crazy skittering on this guy's mind. He was larger than a toddler's hand and ready to bite. At least that's what I thought to myself as we captured Evil Edna, our cat, and set her to work. With the spider in her sights Edna crept over the duvet, getting ready to pounce. Myself and my daughter watched from just outside the doorway and thank goodness we did. Just as Edna was about to seize her prey the spider charged forth. Edna yowled and ran from the room, a cat with the spooks. I shook my head and closed the door, my daughter's boyfriend will have to deal with our intruder this evening.