I’d discovered no fewer than three spiders in my bathroom in the past few days. The first one was kind of “big” as in, about the size of a quarter. Then a wee little one crawled out of my sink drain when I brushed my teeth yesterday morning. Then there was another one who was about the size of a nickel.
I responded calmly and responsibly. They’re just house spiders … harmless and small. We live next to a big open space, so it’s not surprising to see a few critters now and then. I took them outside.
Then, as if prior attempts to get my attention had failed, last night I found this beast on the floor of my bathroom. This goes beyond the cuddliness conveyed by the noun “critter.” This is a bit of wildlife. This is someone’s escaped pet arachnid. I liken this to seeing a deer or a tiger by the side of the road. It’s like an extra from the latest Animal Planet special on mandibles.
I am not okay with this spider being in my bathroom. Wildlife should not be in bathrooms.
Nonetheless, I took him outside. More like I threw him outside … and I heard him land on the asphault. You should not be able to hear a spider land fifteen feet away. shiver