Spider Boy

Whilst at university, during my second year of neglecting to study, I went through a period of three months in which spiders would continuously drop out of my hair. I could be having a perfectly normal conversation with someone when one would leap from my head to the table, have a look around and scuttle off. Needless to say this tended to put a bit of a dampener on the small talk, strangers would look at me in disgust, make their excuse and leave. One time during a very heated discussion with our landlord on the state of our kitchen (over the Christmas break they'd decided to "renovate", and we returned to find a room stripped down to the plaster with nothing but a solitary wire dangling from the ceiling and a cement mixer where the table used to be. Oh yeah, and rain blowing in because there was a wall missing), a spider evacuated my scalp and bounced in the middle of this table, and blinking, gazed around. There was a sublime pause as everyone stopped to look at our eight-legged newcomer, before a friend broke the silence by shouting in alarm 'if you're here, who's looking after the kids?!' The mystery was finally solved when I dropped a sock down the side of my bed, and as I pulled the bed out to get to it, spiders poured out through a hole in the wall. Turns out I'd been sleeping with my head next to the nest. Nice.