This morning, as I was in the shower and sudsing the shampoo into my hair, I noticed a spider sitting beside my loofah. He wasn’t in motion, and almost seemed frozen as if he was afraid to move because I might notice him. But it was too late. I had, and my shower was ruined.
I could no longer be free to calmly sing and relax under the stream of hot water…I could only stare over my shoulder at the tiny eight-legged jerk that had invaded my space. And then, worst of all, he started to move. CLOSER to me. I freaked out. One option: get out alive.
I truly, truly dislike spiders, but I don’t kill them. it’s not in my nature. You may remember Ned and his release. And I let this one go as well. Except this time I didn’t gently take him outside, I just ignored him and hoped he would take himself outside – where he belongs. And clinging to this hope is the only way I will be able to hop in the shower tomorrow morning. That and the hope that Dan also saw him and squished him to death.
What? I said I don’t kill them….What other people do is their own beeswax.
