I've mashed in, and getting the keggle ready to go for it's virgin brew day. There's a big of dust and stuff in it, so I grab the hose, give it a good squirt inside, then grab it - one arm on the handle on top, the other grabbing it by the base, and I start tipping, then lie it down on it's side so the last bits drain out the tap hole. I start to head back to make sure the mash temp is stable, and I see it...
Now, I'm not scared of much. Being a country boy, snakes were a weekly occurance around the house, and they never even raised the heartrate a fraction. But spiders... Just the sight of one is enough to make me go crying to the wife and asking her to take care of it. So seeing this, just centimetres away from where my had was just seconds earlier... I swear, the heartrate went from 70 up to 200 in a flash!
Biggest redback I've ever seen! And to make matters worse, the wife has gone out with the kids so I had to deal with this on my own. Shaking like a little girl, I had enough composure to grab the camera and get a pic, before grabbing a broom (nice LONG handle) and leaving nothing but a black smear of the thing. Once the brew is done, the mortein bombs will be coming out in force. Scorched earth policy. Nothing under 10cm in size will be left alive. I goddamn HATE spiders.
(But, the brew is going well! Hit mash-in of 55, infusion up to 67 was degree perfect, and the keggle, now spider free, is on top of the burner, valve attached, waiting for some precious wort!)
Now, I'm not scared of much. Being a country boy, snakes were a weekly occurance around the house, and they never even raised the heartrate a fraction. But spiders... Just the sight of one is enough to make me go crying to the wife and asking her to take care of it. So seeing this, just centimetres away from where my had was just seconds earlier... I swear, the heartrate went from 70 up to 200 in a flash!
Biggest redback I've ever seen! And to make matters worse, the wife has gone out with the kids so I had to deal with this on my own. Shaking like a little girl, I had enough composure to grab the camera and get a pic, before grabbing a broom (nice LONG handle) and leaving nothing but a black smear of the thing. Once the brew is done, the mortein bombs will be coming out in force. Scorched earth policy. Nothing under 10cm in size will be left alive. I goddamn HATE spiders.
(But, the brew is going well! Hit mash-in of 55, infusion up to 67 was degree perfect, and the keggle, now spider free, is on top of the burner, valve attached, waiting for some precious wort!)