But it was one helluva big step for me.
Hubby was down the way tinkering with a friend’s electrics on his boat so I was here on my own with the dog, who was giving it major ZZZzzzs on the bench.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement.
And watched as a spider crawled up the table leg and onto Grandad’s foot.
It was bigger than a money spider, with long front legs feeling its way along the felt, I suppose about ¼” across.
You have to appreciate and understand the arachnophobia in me here