<strong>Evie - little Miss Muffit....has a fit</strong><br/><br/>Evie was trying to peel the pizza from the plate as she watched Vern find the soccer on the TV.  She had never been a great fan, footy had alwyas been a Saturday thing at home whilst she was growing up.  No one ever dared talk over the footy.  Now she loathed it, wishing Vern wasnt as into it as he seemed to be.<br/><br/>She nibbled on the end of the pizza, if that was what it really was.  She wasnt all that sure really, but it didnt seem to smell to bad.  She wasnt all that hungry now though, Vern's idea of cooking wasnt quite hers.<br/><br/>As she make tiny attempts at the pizza she watched him, glancing at the two drinks on the table, she would have liked the beer, but she had a feeling that wasnt hers, in fact she knew it wasnt.  As she reached for the water she saw it.  And froze...<br/><br/>It was huge, and hairy and seemed to have 24 legs and millions of eyes. Evie's mouth went dry and she felt her stomach clench.<br/><br/>"Sp....sp...sp....table...on table" she muttered, her eyes wide and her face pale as the blood drained from it, "spider on table" she whispered, her voice quivering...<br/><br/>"FUCKING SPIDER ON TABLE" She bellowed, her voice full of horror.  She absolutely hated spiders....<br/>