The smallest room in the garden cloche

A rather large privy spider was becoming quite niggly. He was bored. He had politely stepped out to give the dormouse some privacy, and now he was wondering why it was taking so long. He sat silently, drumming his feet in unison. Waiting...
Then a curious noise began emanating from the smallest room in the garden. The sound was reminiscent of a gentle dormouse snore. It sounded like the dormouse had made himself too comfortable on his comfort break. So comfortable infact, that he had nodded off. 
" Hmmm," thought the mischievous arachnid. "How best to wake him? This could be great and slightly devilish fun." 
He smiled deliciously to himself...