R.I.P.

This fellow did come inside, and I was just waiting for him to race around baffling all my attempts with duster etc to 'Knock him off', when he politely excused himself and went onto the back patio to die. Huntsmen and other spiders alive are one thing, when dead, quite another. The quiet colouring, soft hairs and long ones, his eyes, and the amazing geometry of his body.....
Hey, mum, it's only a spider!!