A spider crawled down our living room wall late on Wednesday evening. He was only little, small enough to get into the printer that sits next to the computer desk. We never print anything out these days, so he was safe enough in there. We instantly named him Epson (it seemed appropriate at the time). I did wonder, if we had started the printer, whether the little fellow would have emerged from the out tray, sitting on a printed electric bill, say, and maybe scratching his head with half a dozen legs and wondering (as we often do) how the hell they manage to include so much VAT on things these days.
Maybe he had simply got his dates wrong, thought it was Christmas party season, mistook our printer for a photocopier, and had just snuck in, after a few bevies naturally, to sit on the machine and photocopy his pedipalps.
After a little while, though, Epson came out of hiding and scuttled off under the sofa. Now I come to think of it, I just hope he hasn’t done any spider poops in the printer. I mean, how do you tell them apart from mere smudges?
