Arachnid anger

Since I have to take the train to and from work (insurance hasn't sorted out the bike yet), I've had to walk home from the station at night. My arrival coincides with His Majesty's bed time so a lift is out of the question. At precisely the same spot, I walk through a spider's web. I spend the rest of my walk cussing and trying to get the web off my face and out of my hair.

It occurred to me last night that the spider must be getting really pissed off with me.