[RandallFlagg]

I'm with ya on the spider thing. I usually have a hammer, baseball bat, or Beretta 92F nearby to solve these issues.

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LISTER: OK. I'm here... What's the beef?
HOLLY: We've got a visitor.
LISTER: What?
HOLLY: A pod arrived about 20 minutes ago. Something was in it, but it's
broken free.
LISTER: Any ideas?
HOLLY: Well, I don't want to spread any panic or alarm.
LISTER: Whaddya mean, you don't wanna spread panic and alarm?
HOLLY: Well, you've always had this thing against tarantulas, haven't
you?
LISTER: (Worried) Tarantulas?
HOLLY: I mean that you've never been overly fond of them as a species,
have you?
LISTER: Well, no.
HOLLY: And the prospect of waking up and finding one crawling over your
clammy, naked, helpless body has always filled you with a kind of cold
dread?
LISTER: Well, yeah. Wotya trying to say to me, Holly?
HOLLY: I'm saying it might not be your night.


Oddly enough two nights ago I did have a spider run up my thigh, across my belly and chest and off my arm before I could sweep him (her?) off the bed. She (he?) now has a little nest up near the ceiling...