This weekend I had to strim our garden. We're moving out of rented accommodation so we need to make everything nice and tidy. I up-ended the strimmer to replace the plastic coil of whirling cellulose disruption, and proceeded to shriek like a pansy.
Nestling gently amongst the compacted, shredded lawn remnants was a redback spider. Sleek, black, pointy and kind of cool looking, it was the KITT of the spider world. But without the annoying, slightly camp voice.
Seemed a shame to have to stomp it into a small smear on the garage floor, but poisonous, potentially lethal creatures with the ability to scurry up my trouser leg have no place in my world.