Heading out to the shops this arvo, putting along at walking pace on High St in Preston and a freakin spider the size of my head (ok, maybe a bit smaller) comes out from under clutch lever and wanders over to the instrument cluster like it's no big deal! I'm not scared of spiders generally, but it was very unexpected so I crapped my dacks and gave it a smack to fling it off and the bastard just crawled down into my fairing! Whats worse seeing a big spider on ya bike? NOT seeing that spider on ya bike! I must have looked like a fucking lunatic hanging all over my bike trying to find this bloody spider. I was nearing my destination so I got what I needed and popped over to woolies and bought a big can of surface spray and went ballistic on every nook and cranny hoping it would fall out and explode or something equally cathartic but no luck. Headed home and the ****er popped out again at the lights near bell street, gave it a big whack and sent it flying and it landed on the window of the taxi next to me, I gave it the finishing blow and the taxi driver just said "oh, that was big one ay!" thumbs up from me and I belted it home knowing that I was safe from spider attack now. I just went out side and there was ANOTHER ****ING HUNSTMAN CHILLING ON MY NUMBER PLATE!!!!!! it's no longer on the world, but have you ever though about dismantling your entire bike to get rid of pests? Again, I'm not scared of spiders but I sure hope mortein isn't bad for paintwork or seals cos I've bombed the living hell out of it tonight! J.