Along came a spider (and off went my palm tree)...

It was almost midnight when precious daughter mine came trampling down the stairs, informing me that she´d found a spider, a big one, in the upper bathroom. Spiders are hubby´s operational area, so I sent her back to wake him, and continued my nap in front of our TV. One hour later I went upstairs, well rested and ready for another thrilling chapter of a crime novel on my Kindle. I entered the bathroom...and promptly had a fit. There´s a big Chamaedorea in a huge plant pot in my bathroom, or better, there was a big Chamaedora living there. Apparently daughter and hubby weren´t able to catch the spider in the palm tree, so they made use of Mr. Dyson´s suction power. Whoosh, in went the palm branches, but not the spider, because they tried again. And again. At some point the spider must have been sucked into the dust container, because hubby stopped harassing my palm tree. Well, too late, more than half of the plant stems had been uprooted already, and potting soil covered the tiled floor. Apparently Mr. Dyson does only imbibe spiders, hell, yes, that´s why we bought him! I´ve tried to replant the stems, but many of the palm branches were too damaged. Palm tree has undergone a rejuvenating cure, since I had to eliminate most of the impressive older stems, where big bad spider had taken refuge. I wish it had survived the ordeal and made a bee-line for daughter´s room, to take revenge on its (and the palm tree´s) torturer!