I also had another spider incident during our weekend. I had just turned the water off after my shower and reached for my towels. I wrapped one around my hair and was just about to dry off and BLAAAA! A black hairy good-sized spider dropped onto the shower floor. The sounds that follow are impossible for me to express in writing, but I'm sure you can fill in the blanks. I grabbed the nearest shampoo bottle and proceeded to slam it down on the spider until it looked more like a black spot than a black arachnid. Bbbbbbbbbbbblaaa. The fact that there was a spider on the floor in front of me was less disturbing than the idea of drying off with a towel that could have had a spider in it! Can you imagine!? BbbbBbbBbbbLLLAAA!
When we returned home, my sister in law sent me the following picture. This is a spider in her garden. She took a picture of Stan looking at it. Isn't that the funniest? Unless I happen to walk through their home unknowingly (which will cause horrible convulsions and wails) I like spiders in their designated spots - on webs in gardens. There they belong. Showers and towels, they do not and they will pay the price.