Wed 17 November 2004 - Daniel vs Spider
I stood there, facing my eight-legged adversary. It was still, near the top of the fly-wire door. I was armed with my broom.
Wait for it… wait for it.. whack! The door rattled as the broom hit the spider, which took cover under the metal and curled into a tiny ball. It wasn’t a humungous spider, admittedly, but certainly big enough to make me nervous about its presence. I poked at it with the broom a bit more, and it fell to the ground. Whack! Whack! Dead yet? One more whack to be sure.
I swept it off the porch into the garden, then inspected the broom. The metal part holding the bristles onto the stick had cracked. Slithers of plastic had also fallen onto the porch. I cleaned them up, and put away the broom.
Daniel 1. Spider 0. Broom 0.