Is it just me...

...or is there something fundamentally wrong about this bit of end-of-semester marketing?

The things we do for love

Mr Psmith's biggest tarantula, Shelob, molted last week. He asked if I would kindly allow him to pose it on my face. In a moment of insanity (or possibly due to the three glasses of wine I had had), I said yes.

( WARNING - BIG SPIDER UNDER CUT! )