The last few mornings when I’ve been leaving for work, there’s been a spider lurking. Waiting for me. Right outside my front door.

Being in Australia, it could be a deadly killer death spider, or a harmless little fella. I have no idea. But every night he builds a big web in front of my door, and uses my ute to anchor it.

Every morning I break the web as I drive the ute away. Or have to break it to just get to the vehicle.

The spider just hangs there, but I can see the resentment in it’s glare.

Yesterday I decided I needed to do something about the spider before it decided to do something about me. I set down my spider-getting equipment by the front door, where I could grab them on my way out the next morning.

With my plan vaguelly established in my head, I went to bed, looking for a good nights sleep before the oncoming arachnoid battle.

This morning I woke up, fully refreshed, and ready to rumble. Opened my eyes. And saw, sat on the pillow about a foot from my head, the spider.

Lurking. Waiting for me. I could see the resentment in it’s glare.

We fought, I won. (I took full advantage of my extra weight and reach)(ninJA)(altho I did suffer a nasty bite to my leg which continues to swell up as the day goes on).

Australia is full of spiders, I know I can’t prove it was the same one from the front door. But I think it speaks for itself that when I left for work twenty minutes later, there was no spider outside the front door.