I have always liked dates with a particular pattern such as the recent 12/01/12 for example. So as Friday started and I realised it was Friday 13th I mused sceptically about the 'bad luck' associated with the date. Hah! There is no such thing as bad luck... Then as I was sitting there at work at 8pm, 14 hours after arriving there I started to change my mind.
There is no fun springing the worst ever horror movie style scare on someone when they are expecting it, like say on Friday 13th. No, Friday 13th had better plans. It would lul me into a false sense of security before unleashing the ultimate terror on Sunday night. Here I was, snoozing peacefully when something soft flopped onto my cheek waking me up. I flicked on the light to see what it was, then kinda wished I didn't. It was a wolf spider. Yep, a massive freaking hairy spider had jumped onto my face. I did the only sensible thing in the circumstances and twatted it with a handy slipper (8 eyes and it didn't see that coming).
So now, as it lay there twitching slightly you would think the excitement would be over wouldn't you. Hah, Friday 13th had something more in store. Thousands of tiny baby spiders, everywhere. I have never seen so many spiders. The were all over the walls, floor and ceiling. Now I like to think I am pretty good with a handy slipper, but no slipper was going to make any difference to the swarm of tiny spiders covering everything (no, I am not exaggerating). Thanks to a couple of tins of mortein and an hour while the room aired out and every thing in that room was either dead or drowning in a pool of fly spray.
Thank you Friday 13th for holding out until Sunday 15th for true horror movie style.
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