Published on 24 July 2007 at 05:50 pm
Filed in Expat Life In Nicosia Cyprus
Well, deary me – there we all were sitting down happily watching evil Stella bully poor little Ben on Eastenders when down came a spider to sit down beside me and off I ran screaming to the safety of the nearest chair on which I could perch and gesticulate frantically at himself who had no idea what was going on at all.
And meanwhile, Cheese, the big girl’s blouse that he is (masquerading as a big mean dog with a deep scary bark and fearsome teeth (well fearsome dog breath anyway)) jumps up from his bed on the floor and also legs it out of the way yelping in fright as the spider makes its merry way over to join him on his cushion…
It was a quiet night before it all kicked off – we normally keep our house in Nicosia fairly well sealed because we run our computers and stuff all the time and need air-con - otherwise we’d melt into mini heaps on the floor! But this night we’d had a friend pop round and the dog had had a mini wind type accident in his excitement to see said friend and it had become a little too cosy in the sitting room so we’d opened all the patio doors for an emergency breath of fresh air.
A wee while later as stated, we settled down to watch the TV, closed the doors and chilled out. But out of the corner of my eye I spotted something the size of a small cat hanging precariously by a single gossamer thread and wildly waving about almost above my head.
It was a HUGE ginger spider – I mean, I hate spiders anyway, but a ginger one? That is seriously scary non?
So, I somehow (quite dextrously for me actually!) threw myself backwards off the chair and legged it over to the dining area and quickly took refuge in an elevated position as Ginge fell to the floor with an audible plop (oh me oh my, he was hefty) and legged it, in fear of my screams I guess, to the comfort of stink boy’s floor cushion.
But Cheese is after all my dog - and sensing my fear (it was pretty damn obvious) and seeing this eight legged freak making for his bed, stink boy fled the scene with jet propulsion.
The only trouble was that in the ensuing chaos as himself took a moment to carefully set his beer aside and cast puzzled and, dare I say it, bemused glances first in my, and then the dog’s general directions, Ginge went and hid somewhere in the fireplace…the minx.
So, despite himself trying his best to oust the pest and squish it he was unable to and I was forced to sit all huddled and wild staring eyes for about an hour before the manky monster appeared as if by magic on the ceiling…so, I got a ladder and I got a shoe and I got the hell out and hid with Cheese in the kitchen until himself came back in with a shoe all covered in ginger mess and a complaint that now he’d ‘have to repaint the bl##dy ceiling’!
Ahhhh, it’s all in a night’s entertainment in Cyprus!
