I don't know about you, but I hate spiders.
Oh hell, why limit it to spiders. I hate bugs.
Still, spiders are up at the top of the hate list (just under those bugs that sting) and when I find one in my house, I get a little freaky.
On Sunday, one blonde spider happened to show up in my bathroom. It was up where the ceiling meets the wall. Too high for me to reach. Sure, I could have gotten a step stool, but I tend to be unsteady on those and I didn't want the thing to fall on me. And I know that would happen, because that's what always happens!
Better the spider stayed away from me. So as long as it stayed up there, I was okay with it.
On Monday morning, it was still there. As long as I could see it, I was fine.
On Monday evening, it was gone. I looked on all the wall space. Nothing. I looked at my cluttered countered and worried.
Could it have climbed into the vent on the ceiling? Could it have shimmied behind the mirror? Or did it crawl into my Kleenex box, or my jewelry box or any other open container I had on the counter (I said it was cluttered!).
I wanted to think it had left. I knew better.
This morning I flipped the switch and looked around the ceiling. My eyes were blurry, still getting used to the light, but no sign of the bugger. I looked at the walls. I looked at the floor. I looked everywhere. Nothing.
Once I finished doing what every other person does when they wake in the morning, I went and grabbed the previous day's towels to put in the hamper. As I walked by the light switch – there it was!
Yee gads! Did I almost touch it when I turned on the light? I could have sworn I checked that wall. But I can't imagine that spider moved that quickly. I shudder to think how close I came to touching it!!
I had towels in my hand, but I wasn't about to soil them that way. I grabbed the Kleenex box and squished the monster.
I am the spider slayer!
I can now breathe easier.