Bathroom spiders...

My dog died aged about 12, within a year of me moving away from home
to live up North with my first serious girlfriend - I'd have been about 20 when I received the sad news from my parents...

I've never wanted the responsibility of looking after any pet since.
.. and probably never will again.

But since moving into this big old crumbling Victorian house in my early 40s
I began to take an interest in the bathroom spiders that occupy their own territories
on the ceiling in the corners...

It's relaxing sitting or standing to perform my natural functions,
and observe them growing day by day, moving about in search of food and mates...

In summer, when I'm bored, I amuse my self by catching mosquitoes and flies
and feeding my favourite spiders with tweezers.

They all eventually disappear, and as much as I put that down to the mysteries of mother nature..
I also suspect my wife has a hand in flushing them down plug holes to certain cruel death.....???? 🕷