Guess what happened to me last night? My family went to the Cowboys vs Warriors rugby match (Warriors won, unfortunately) and when we got home, I noticed that the dogs' water bowl was half empty so I went outside to freshen it up. After throwing out the old water, I turned around and immediately froze at seeing a Huntsman THE SIZE OF MY HAND just near the fly screen door, which I had just walked through. Now some of you who know me, know that I have a fear of living spiders, and the bigger the spider the worse the shock. Just this morning I saw a Redback and wiped it away from the door handle of the sliding door with a dog toy so I could go back inside. Well, when I saw the Huntsman, my breathing quickened and I started to cry. Mum heard me whimpering and came to see what was wrong. She said. "How big is it?" Because if I cry, she knows it's a bug of somesort. I managed to choke out that it was the size of my hand and she laughed at me. She went to head inside and I ran to the gate to go through the garage door that was being lowered. I started bang on it when it was fully down, Mum started to laugh saying, "You're locked outside." Dad got angry asking why I was "Fannying around for?" But he let me in. I ran inside and grabbed a heap of tissues and sobbed into them. Dad, not knowing any phsycology tried to drag me outside to show me that it's not going to "jump and bite me" but I refused to go anywhere near the door that the Huntsman was staying at because there is such thing as a Jumping Spider, one landed on my pencile case where my hand was and I freaked out (luckily Hannah killed it using my school diary... it still has a stain on it). So Dad called me a "wuss" and told me to get out of his sight. Mum was finally sympathetic and gave me a hug. I managed to get to sleep that night but since geckos can get into the house, who says Huntsman can't?
Reading: The End of A Series of Unfortunate Events
Playing: Mass Effect 2 - Paragon