My Lovely Man – and his spiders

Last night my lovely man leapt out of bed in the middle of the night, switched the light on and started beating the bed clothes.

The pups immediately went ballistic, adding to the chaos.

What is wrong????!!!! I screamed, most reasonably.

Spiders he announced, there are spiders in the bed, and they are biting me.

What the actual…..

Are you bitten? Do we need to tend to your bites? What the hell?

Then he switches off the light and goes to sleep. As do the pups. I lie there for the rest of the night, rigid with fear.

I like spiders and generally am not scared of them. Spiders, bees, snakes and ghekos should be nurtured really.

However, I do not really fancy a bunch of bitey spiders as bed mates.

This morning my lovely man wakes me up with coffee (bless him). He also wakes me up with coughing, snorting and nose blowing (he has had a cold FOREVER it seems).

Are you OK I asked when he had finished hacking. Do I need to look at your spider bites?

No, I think it was just a dream (we’ve been there before with snakes, I should have known).

So, this morning I’m shattered and I’m looking to trade him in really.