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Germany has a very efficient method to keep the enormous quantity of one-way bottles at bay, way more efficient than what we practise in my country, which is pay a bit of deposit, then eat, drink and be merry, and simply drop garbage all over the place. In Germany it´s buy a beverage bottle, pay bottle deposit, enjoy beverage, bring the bottle back to the shop and get back your deposit. Deposit is relatively high, so only few will toss the bottle in the waste bin. Today it was my turn to do a trip to the shop, because the bag with the one-way bottles was full to the brim. I began to feed the returnable bottles automat, all the while talking with a nice lady doing the same next to me. I finally peeped into my bag, to get the last bottle from the bottom of the sac. What I really got was a three-quarter heart attack. In was one of the biggest spiders I´ve ever seen, happily clambering about right beside my fingers. Did I ever talk about my fear of spiders? Well, hubby and sons have learned to sort out that problem by precautionally snuffing as many of the spiders that might get into my and my daughter´s field of view as possible, or they´ll get the rabid-mom-or-sister-has-seen-a-spider-peepshow, which might include soaking wet bodies, poorly wrapped in bath towels, and lots of swearing, because spiders here have a favourite dwelling place in the first floor bathroom with its shiny black tiles, where you can see those critters not until it´s too late and you are already drenched to the skin. In a shop you simply can´t behave like a lunatic ( well, you can, theoretically, but you never know what will happen next, is it the ambulance or the police coming to get you), so I shook my bag, the spider dropped to the floor, and I did the unthinkable: I did not trample it but shooed it away, under a rack full of pansies. May it be blessed with a few more days of life, until an unsuspecting worker gets sight of it. I grabbed some orange juice and a leaflet with next week´s special bargains, paid the bill and got into my car, where I took the leaflet and whacked it over my mother´s head, where another spider, this time a tiny one, had made itself at home in her hair. Mum was not at all delighted. Sorry, mum, enough is enough! Blame it on the spiders!