Spiders
Let's just say I'm not a fan.
A few times I've come home and walked into a spiderweb right across the path to my front door. Now, a more paranoid person would think that they were trying to catch ME. But they'd never actually do that. Would they...?
It's a bit ambitious...
I don't run away screaming if there's a tiny arachnid at the other end of the room (unlike a certain bloke I know). No, I am a man. I can quite happily pick one up and stride across the room with it in my hand and throw it out of the window/door. I prefer not to squish them - too messy, especially against a wall.

Having said that... they still give me the creeps, the big ones. I think it's just the way they move. Too many legs. Scuttling. (shudder) Ugh.
And while I'm at it, cucumbers can fuck off too.
(For pretty much the same reasons)
The best part was when Sarah & I trudged back to the car from the supermarket, we sat in the heat & drank a whole packet of chilled, Waitrose finest, tomato & basil soup, from the container. 

