The tale of Elanor and the Huntsman (aka "tonight's bedtime adventure")

Tonight I tried to go to bed early.
It's a Friday night so normally this wouldn't be an issue however tomorrow morning I have to be in the city at 7 a.m. as I'm volunteering for a charity scavenger hunt.
Preparing for bed I check the bus timetables and dutifully set my alarms.
I get into bed to do a little reading before turning in and as I'm settling in I see movement out of the corner of my eye. Normally this wouldn't be unusual as my fan is on and the blinds are moving accordingly however something about this movement catches my eye. I reach for my glasses, thinking to myself "you better not be what I think you are". I look up and sure enough there above my window is a relatively small, by their standards, huntsman spider.
*Sigh*
Trekking to the kitchen I collect the can of Mortein and come back to my room, by which time of course the Huntsman has moved from it's original position and I have to then stealthily track it down.
I find it again further along my window, position myself and spray the can. It immediately drops out of sight.
Standing on my bed I put my mobile  phone torch on and start trying to shine it behind the curtains without disturbing anything to try and see where the spider has gone.
I'm moving my phone around to try and get light behind the curtains forgetting of course that my fan is still on. I reach my hand up, getting my hand hit by the fan which not only hurts but subsequently knocks my phone out of my hand on to my bedside table, knocking over the can of Mortein, which then hits a glass of water, which then spills off my table all over my floor and then lands on my iPad shattering my iPad screen.
Brilliant.
Then I'm left mopping up the water, trying not to get glass all over my bedroom floor, trying to figure out where my phone landed, where the spider is, and moving my now wet books and comics out onto the dining table to dry.
Sure enough, once this is mostly done I find both the dead spider and my phone behind my washing basket and after retrieving both and depositing the former outside to rest in peace I climb back into bed way too annoyed and stressed to go to sleep.
On the plus side it seems this happens every time we get a new flatmate so at least we're on track there.
Bring on the weekend.
RIP huntsman. (And iPad screen)