Disclaimer: Some may consider this post both scary (because of the spiders) and gross (because of the pee). You have been warned.
I was opening the door today to go outside and noticed a spider had fallen off from his perch where it was waiting to ambush me. I screeeeeeeched as it ran under a tiny opening under the threshold. Now it’s somewhere in the house, strategically plotting its attack. These are the things I think about when spiders get away. I just went to the bathroom and there was a daddy-long-legs in the bathtub. No big deal. I smooshed it with a kleenex, threw it in the toilet and did my business. However, had that been a real spider I would have flushed the toilet before I used it. If not, I’d be paranoid that the spider would come back to life (zombie spider), bust out of the kleenex, some how climb up my pee stream and pull me into the toilet to my death.
I work in a nursing home. The other day I was talking to a resident (who I’ll call D) and I noticed something slowly dropping down from the ceiling. At first I thought it was a strange flying insect, but then I realized it was a spider. I informed D of this (who is also afraid of spiders) and we tried to get some passersby to kill it for us. There were no takers. D said, “Well I’ll just kill the damn thing myself,” as he grabbed a newspaper off the table and swung at it. I again screeeeeeeched. It landed on the floor, and I was pointing at it saying it saying, “There it is, there it is!” I was so freaked out, I was expecting D to run over it with his wheelchair. I finally snapped out of it and stepped on it. We then celebrated what we had accomplished together.
Keep your eyes open, people!!