Please Don't Go

It's a lonely, mellow Thursday evening. These past two weeks have been a canvas of what I wouldn't mind it being like for the rest of my life. Just him and I and this house and some money to spend. It all finished in a flash, and I was alone again before I had time to contemplate exactly what I was going to do about it. For two whole hours I was a contented young woman trying to get on with the day and resume to make my life that little bit better. After hour number two the melancholy of the loneliness set in and I shed a few salty tears into my pasta. Last night we caught the largest spider I'd yet to see in this horrific house, perched bravely against the white wall of the living room. A size so menacing it left a horror-movie-style blood splat which proceded to drip down the wall. And so I took a picture and left the spider glued to the catalogue it had been hit with by it's own blood. Thinking back, that was an absolutely dire way for the poor little bastard to go. Alas, he is banished from my house but not yet from my thoughts. When creatures are stumbled upon in this house, they are not small creatures. They are always an XXL version of the beast in question. It is not right and it's not on. I had somebody to comfort my fear of arachnids last night but if tonight I find another one like that, I have to confess I won't know just what to do with myself. It's a pety fear for any human being to face.