In my new (old) house, I have a lil' roomie in my bathroom. He is in fact an arachnid. And the "he" part is not a fact...I automatically call most inanimate objects "he."
Anyway, back to the point. He lives on my ceiling. Due to my VERY warranted fear of spiders, I am unable to even really kill them...especially if my fingers have to squish them or they could fall on my head. There was one in the bathtub a few weeks ago. I threw body-wash bottles at him until he mashed into little pieces, and I washed him down the drain. Ben was on the phone during that encounter...or should I say epic battle. I may or may not have been squealing and yelping...and he found it quite entertaining.
But back to my story. this new guy is a ceiling dweller. A nice, yellow, not-too-huge-or-tiny spider. And apparently nocturnal. I only see him wandering at night. He sticks mainly to the corners and 90 degree angles, only rarely venturing out into the vast unknown of the middle of the ceiling.
I keep meaning to tell Ben to kill him when he comes over in the afternoons to take care of Sierra. But i forget.
Tonight, said spider was out cruising around and decided to stop pretty much right above my head as I was sitting upon the porcelain throne. (one of the rare times in no mans land, away from the corners). Due to the fact that spiders can disappear creepily fast, I just HAD to keep my eyes on him. So I sat upon the toilet with my head tilted all the way back, because I knew the second I looked away, he would kamikaze dive bomb into my hair.
My neck began to hurt as I finished my business and watched as he seemed to make himself comfortable, still right above me. I then went to wash my face and still kept a watchful eye on him. He went back to the corners and began pacing back and forth, sometimes turning in little circles. I turned my back on him to rinse my face and when I looked up, I saw he had settled in one spot and had already built himself a nice little web cocoon to settle down for the night.
I wanted to take that opportunity to squish him, since he was all nice and contained. But for some reason I couldn't. He was looking for prime real estate. Obviously my hair would have been his first choice, but he had enough respect to go find an average corner and settle down.
So for now, he is still alive, in my bathroom. I still can't take my eyes off him for more than a few seconds without getting a little paranoid. I still can't think of getting closer than several feet from him without shuddering. But as long as he is happy occupying my ceiling and leaves me alone, I guess he can live a little longer. Just as long as he doesn't turn out to be a she and have a zillion babies like charlotte's web where they all explode from the sac and fly away.
anyway, that is my saga. Sorry it's not a normal picture update post. that will come eventually. When I have time. maybe tomorrow. Anyways. Buenas noches!
