(Note the day. And the time. (As I write, it is 1:50 pm.) Yes, that’s right – I am writing a blog post. On a posting day. At a reasonable hour. Thank you, thank you.)
It is not a secret that I despise spiders.
Big ones, small ones, the google image results for “cute spider.” All the spiders. We are not chummy.
Would you like to know why? I’ll tell you why.
Because they’re small, and skittery, and venomous, and they have 8 eyes – seriously, who needs 8 eyes? They’re always watching! – and they’re creepy. Everything about them exudes “creepy.”
And, as such, I hate them.
I am not typically debilitated to the point where I need someone else to squash them for me, though. (Unless they’re very big. Then I can’t.) Small to medium spiders, I can murder on my own, thank you very much.
Anywho, I don’t know what it is about bathtubs/showers, but spiders freaking love those things. The number of times I have innocently gone to shower, been confronted by a skittery 8-legged demon, screeched, and subsequently drowned the vermin is a very, very large number.
I’ve even posted about it before.
That’s the depth of the hatred, okay. It’s deep.
So, today, I went to take a shower, because I am permanently marinating in chlorine, and I don’t enjoy that.
When I went to collect my shampoo in order to de-chlorinate my hair, I saw a li’l spider behind my bottles.
I froze momentarily, but I didn’t screech.
For the next few minutes, I watched it continually try to climb up the shower wall to escape the water, and subsequently fail each time.
I don’t know what got into me – maybe it’s because the spider was so small, maybe it’s because I felt bad that it was trying so hard to escape and couldn’t, maybe it’s because I’m stuck in “don’t let things drown” mode – but I didn’t wash it down the drain like I have done with countless others of its brethren.
I let it climb on my facewash, I lifted it to the wall above the showerhead, and it climbed onto the wall.
I … saved … a spider.
One more spider in this world is alive because of me.
I’m having a mild identity crisis.