Creepy crawly tales

Yesterday, on my suburban walk a bee submerged itself in my fringe. Flicking the bee out in panick, the bee ejected it's stinger tail in an effort to sting me, but alas failed. It did bring about a thought however, and that was the sincere purpose of the bee's sting function. If it were designed by nature as a mechanism for self-defence then it serves it's purpose very poorly because the bee dies after ejecting it's stinger and venom sack. It staves off any predator or threat, but in itself it kills the bee. Sounds as if somebody forgot to think that one through.

About a month ago I was reading in bed, when a white-tale spider began to crawl on the skin of my right forearm. This was of reasonably significant alarm as white-tail spiders are a poisonous species. Following the initial panick, I brushed the spider off on to my pillow. Then, in an attempt to crush it with an idle shoe, I only succeeded in brushing it into my draw below, which is quite unfortunately, my socks and undies draw! They talk about the warnings of Redbacks underneath the seat of the outdoor dunny, but this was something mildly alarming in a parallel sense.

Also, that same night I was lying on my back trying to sleep when I noticed a rather mysterious dark 'thing' on my ceiling. Seconds later the dark shadow smoothly shifted a centremetre or two. Somewhat dismayed, I flicked on the light, only to discover the small dark spot had been the shadow of my lightbulb produced by the small amount of moonlight that had existed in my room because of a partially open blind. The reason the shadow had undergone motion was due to a small draft that had blown the blind forward slightly.

I should state, that I'm not a sissy when it comes to bugs. I won't scream if I see a spider, however, if there's something large or poisonous about, my paranoia ensures I have a determination to exterminate it.