Oh, what a tangled web we weave
No, this isn't a story about deception. It's a story about spiders. Stupid, stupid spiders. Though I suppose it could be just one spider. It's not like I asked its name or anything.
Last night, I'm in bed, thinking about falling asleep but instead reading the third of five BSC books I bought over the weekend. (What. Mallory finally has access to a horse. THAT'S EXCITING.) I think this happened as I finally put the book down and was going to doze off--something dark scurried along on the side of my bed. NO. NO MEANS NO. I AM NOT SHARING MY BED WITH ANYTHING TONIGHT. It's a decent-sized spider, and it scrambles away before I make any moves toward it, but I am NOT HAPPY at the thought of an arachnid *that* close to me. I don't mind spiders; they kill the bad bugs. But I mind it when they enter my personal space, particularly when I'm horizontal. I then had a hard time falling asleep, fearing something would crawl on me. It was also warm last night, so it's not like I really wanted even a sheet over me to protect me from the crawling. Just...ugh.
So then this morning, after waking up too early because I neglected to wear my sleep mask and my room faces east, I shower as per normal and think nothing more of what happened late last night--until I finish, grab my towel, and something dark drops out of it. This time I'm not wearing my glasses, but even with limited vision I can tell it's another spider. Oh, geez. What the heck, insect? (Yes, I realize it's not an insect. It rhymed-ish, didn't it?) I'm also concerned that the spider can't get out of my bathtub, since the walls are pretty straight and they're wet. This is where kindness kicks in; I can't let a spider die. Except rescue attempts fail. Okay, I'll leave you to your own devices. The spider scurries under my shower curtain. Later, as I'm getting ready to leave, I check and find the spider nearly at the top of my tub. Wow. Good for you. Let's get you all the way up--and out. It finishes the short climb, then makes its way up my shower walls. Oh, great. Please stay away from my towels, okay?
I'm not sure if this is just one spider making the rounds, or there are different spiders per room, but I'd be okay if they stuck to hiding in crevices and things. I don't need to see you in action. You're a behind-the-scenes sort of critter. Also, I like being able to sleep without fear, but that's just me.
Last night, I'm in bed, thinking about falling asleep but instead reading the third of five BSC books I bought over the weekend. (What. Mallory finally has access to a horse. THAT'S EXCITING.) I think this happened as I finally put the book down and was going to doze off--something dark scurried along on the side of my bed. NO. NO MEANS NO. I AM NOT SHARING MY BED WITH ANYTHING TONIGHT. It's a decent-sized spider, and it scrambles away before I make any moves toward it, but I am NOT HAPPY at the thought of an arachnid *that* close to me. I don't mind spiders; they kill the bad bugs. But I mind it when they enter my personal space, particularly when I'm horizontal. I then had a hard time falling asleep, fearing something would crawl on me. It was also warm last night, so it's not like I really wanted even a sheet over me to protect me from the crawling. Just...ugh.
So then this morning, after waking up too early because I neglected to wear my sleep mask and my room faces east, I shower as per normal and think nothing more of what happened late last night--until I finish, grab my towel, and something dark drops out of it. This time I'm not wearing my glasses, but even with limited vision I can tell it's another spider. Oh, geez. What the heck, insect? (Yes, I realize it's not an insect. It rhymed-ish, didn't it?) I'm also concerned that the spider can't get out of my bathtub, since the walls are pretty straight and they're wet. This is where kindness kicks in; I can't let a spider die. Except rescue attempts fail. Okay, I'll leave you to your own devices. The spider scurries under my shower curtain. Later, as I'm getting ready to leave, I check and find the spider nearly at the top of my tub. Wow. Good for you. Let's get you all the way up--and out. It finishes the short climb, then makes its way up my shower walls. Oh, great. Please stay away from my towels, okay?
I'm not sure if this is just one spider making the rounds, or there are different spiders per room, but I'd be okay if they stuck to hiding in crevices and things. I don't need to see you in action. You're a behind-the-scenes sort of critter. Also, I like being able to sleep without fear, but that's just me.