I moved away from my desk and out of the corner of my eye I saw a big, hairy, scary spider! My legs, closest to the spider, jumped straight up, and without me realising it, my feet, legs, body, arms, hands and head were in the air. Gravity soon changed that, and with a thump I vowed revenge on the big, hairy, scary spider.

Upon finding my biggest, boldest, spider squashing shoe I had a thought, “Did this spider deserve a bone crushing, blood bursting, sole smashing death?” No. My friend, Mr Hairy Eight, didn’t deserve death. Instead I realised it was all my fault.

Mr Hairy Eight sought shelter, a giant statue gazed into a screen while he quietly made his way to shelter. Suddenly the giant four legged statue moved! And Mr Hairy Eight did as most scared spiders would. He ran away.

I can’t blame him for that. He doesn’t deserve the shoe, instead I’ll give him a visitor pass and continue my work.