attack of the spiders

they are everywhere, huge hulking hairy wee beasties skuttling around creeping up on me. 6 in the last five days, three in the bathroom, one next to me on the sofa, one apearing at my feet whilst reading bedtime stories, and one in the bedroom. The latest of these incidents occured about an hour ago, me and b tucking in to our second chapter of james and the giant peach, and its there at my feet, i leapt through the air,scream for nic, and burst in to tears. b simply chuckles at me, (he loves spiders) and says "mummy i haven't got enough room" what with me standing on top of him and everything, and then as i clamber down, he pipes up with "don't put your feet on my jigsaw" kids are wicked. Spiders are bloody not.