Spider-breath

You can tell autumn is around the corner once the big running spiders start coming into the house. I've had the occasional running spider when our house had a garden, but I never had one I can remember skulking around an apartment.

I was on the couch, quilting a bit and generally minding my own business, when suddenly I saw something creeping near the door to the balcony. Genus Tegenaria was coming to find the ladies of the house (I had to browse through several webpages filled with pictures of huge macro'ed spiders to find the right kind and so I read up on their habits...brrr!).
Of course I did what any sensible girl would do: tuck my feet up on the couch and try to find flamethrower-worthy materials in the vicinity.

By the time bed-time rolled around, big runny spider was of course nowhere to be seen, but I was quite sure my feet were safely tucked under the blankets. I was dozing off, nearing sleep, and suddenly I heard paws.
Paws playing...

I ran out of bed and sure enough, Doortje had found leggy spider and was in the process of professional wet-work. The spider feebly moved one or two of his five remaining legs, and he was bitten just to show him who was boss.
Doortje tried to eat the spider, but spat him out again as he was still a bit wriggly.
I made my way back into the bedroom after singing praise from as far away as I could and tucked myself back in, hoping against hope that Doortje would not be bringing me her trophy later that night and that she would not happily lick my forehead while still suffering from spider-breath.

This morning, spider was nowhere to be seen, and my house is, presumably, safe again from all 8-legged menaces.