Tonight, my husband and I were enjoying a drink of green tea while we watched Last Resort. All of a sudden, Michael sat bolt upright and held his glass up, refusing to swallow the last mouth full of his tea. The lights were switched off so I assumed his tea bag had broken, and he had a mouthful of tea leaves, but when he turned them on and showed me his glass, I saw a small huntsman spider clinging dead to the side - it had obviously climbed into his glass to get a drink and drowned in there. Not so great for the spider but fairly amusing to me, although I don't know that Michael will be asking for tea anytime in the near future!
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