Earlier I had noted a big, black spider on the ceiling/wall bend at the head of my bed, but didn't do anything about it as it was not moving and I wasn't up to dealing with it. Just now I was reclining on my bed listening to the radio as I wasn't capable of doing anything else. The light was off. I rolled onto my back and saw the spider picking its way across the ceiling. It went resolutely south, then altered its course and I thought it was aiming for the light fixture. It paused and let itself down a couple of inches, then went back up and repositioned itself and my brain caught fire.

As fast as I was able (not very fast) I arose and turned on the light, gasping as I saw a bare ceiling. That mofo was dangling not three inches from the bedclothes. It disappointedly hauled itself up, as its prey (me) had unaccountably gone missing (or worse it was hurtling down towards me as I fumblingly got up, narrowly missing me).

It's gone now, the bastard.

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