Surprise

Pulling my gardening gloves on to do a bit of weeding, it became obvious that something was already occupying one of the fingers. It felt a bit prickly, like perhaps a bit of dried grass, so I thought I'd investigate. You remember that thing you used to do when you were little? You know, look under the bed before you got into it at night, or just check in the wardrobe to make sure there were no aliens/boogey men/evil goblins (strike out whichever doesn't apply) then make sure the door was firmly shut. Well I usually do the equavilant of that with gardening gloves, just to ensure that they are not harbouring some kind of insect world fugitive. But I didn't do it this time, and you guessed it, something had claimed prior occupation. Poor little thing was no match for my great big fist, however, and came off second best.
It's only a little house spider. They never get any bigger than this (her legs are curled up beneath her) and are not at all aggressive, in fact they're very timid. Given to building their home in cracks around doors and windows, they usually duck out of sight when I approach, so I can't imagine what made this one choose to take up residence in my glove but it was definitely a poor life decision.
You can bet I'll give my gloves a jolly good check out before I put them on in future.
Bye for now, until next time.