Something's Bugging Me....

Ummm I feel obliged to tell you that I spent most of yesterday afternoon FREAKING out over the spider, shown above, that was terrorizing my flat.  When I first laid eyes on the little bugger, the DG in me grabbed a cup and bent down ready to scoop it up and let him go safe and sound on the balcony.  But as I did so, and it scurried closer to me rather than into the cup, the fashionista in me squealed and ran upstairs to stand on my bed until Mr. LaPoo came home.  Fine, eventually I came back down to the couch, but I swear I could hear that thing walking around for hours.  Finally, Mr. LaPoo did return home, though, and took care of the matter all before dinnertime.  PHEW!

And yes. I took a picture, which doesn't even do him justice by the way.  Have I mentioned I don't have a job?