
I remember being trapped in the bedroom once. Hubby had gone to a footie match, daughter at work and kids out. Went in the bedroom to grab a towel and as I turned round I looked up only to see a big HUGE black one above the door

Soooo there I was, all alone, no where to run, frozen to the spot. Phoned hubby but he
refused to leave the game to come rescue me. Luckily daughter was on the bus on her way home so I only had 45 mins to wait. But that 45 minutes felt like hours. She got the raid, chucked it in the room (she wouldn't come in) and as I jogged up and down screaming as I sprayed (oh it sounds so silly writing it down) it dropped to the floor, I jumped on the bed hitting my head off the fan (good job it wasn't on) and carried on spraying until it disintergrated! even then it took me ages to work up enough courage to jump over the thing, they even scare me when they are dead :rolleyes: