A cure for arachnophobia
I am not a big fan of spiders. In fact they paralyse me with fear or send me into a screaming loon. When the children were 18 months old I ran screaming from their room leaving them alone with a huge great big hairy one. Nice work mummy.
Since moving to the country I am less frightened by them because there are so darn many of them - there is usually at least one big spindly legged chap in each corner of the house.
The best cure apart from moving to the countryside is this most amazing gadget any girl could wish to own:
The Lakeland Spider Catcher
Oh thank you Lakeland! Thank you so very much for releasing me from spider hell. Why just this very minute I was walking up the stairs to bed, Darren is out with some Worcestershire geeks, and there on the ceiling preventing from entering the bathroom is a whopper - the kind that has great googly eyes which look like extra legs. What to do!?
Be brave Ackers, get The Spider Catcher gadget, check the batteries for maximum vacuuming strength, get a stool to stand on so you can reach from a distance (I think having one that size land on my head may result in a very bad very loud reaction), grit your teeth and catch that spider!
Scary stuff but not with Lakeland’s product of the century. I’m going to reward them with a link to their shop from this very site.