Now, here is what I was greeted with as I was heading to bed last night:

That's a spiddy that you wouldn't get a pint glass over without seriously 'remodeling' the length of his legs.
As If they were planning some sort of peaceful -ing poker game or something, as I looked towards the other walls I saw this:

And this:

Ooh yes - the pics don't show them in their full hairy-assed badness, but these are all the same size as Mr T's head.
So I shot them with an airpistol. f*** them.
Ok, so I shot two of them. The first one, I took out a trusty Tonfa stick, and after two attempts to mash me some arachnid brains, his Ninja skills proved more than my own, and, dropping to the floor, he galloped off under the telephone table. By the time I'd got downstairs, he was nowhere to be seen. Keep an eye on the next Grand National, because that thing needed a damn saddle on, and I'd happily whip it before it left the enclosure! Either way it'd be a winner!
As all modern Ninja should have some firearms skill, I took no chances with the other two.

And they weren't alone!
I've killed another three equally well-bred beasties in my house in the previous two nights!
I mean, you don't often a giraffe of

Even scarier, they don't get that big overnight - so where the hell were they all hiding???
I don't know how long

Well done to them!
*claps sarcastically*
UPDATE!!!
As I was posting this, I saw what I believe to be Gallopy on the

