I caught it!
Walked in the kitchen this morning and there was the enemy... between me and the kettle, astaring at me with all its little eyes....
If it wasn't for my craving for tea I would have made a hasty exit... but I knew it had to be him or me...
Quick as a flash, I leapt for the industrial sized kitchen roll tore off two sheets and dropped them on my nemesis!
Shocked by the unexpected turn of events he headed for the door, taking the roll with it. I knew I had but one chance to save the day... I grabbed the moving paper!
The next few minutes are somewhat of a blur, a desperate struggle as he tried to prise my fingers open and strike at me with his vicious fangs of death! Eight strong, hairy legs against my ten fingers... sweat poured from my brow... fortune passed one way and then the other...
Time passed, I struggled toward the door in a desperate battle with my dangerous cargo. I stepped outside and with the last strength in my body hurled the beast into the garden!
He his the floor with a loud 'thud!' then turned slowly and looked at his foe before walking away...
We both knew he would be back.