darlin

Today's post is dedicated to my recently deceased friend: spider in my shower this morning.  The previous sentence may have sounded humorous, but humor is the furthest from what I feel about spider in my shower this morning. Initinally, the sight of him upset me. He was a little bigger than spiders I normally encounter, and so I attempted to drown him by turning on the faucet. He managed to escape the onslaught, but the sides of the tub were far too steep for him to climb. So, with genius unheard of for a spider, my new friend was able to avoid all contact with water and find a dry spot in the shower, which by this time was turned completely on. I accidently splashed him when stepping into the shower, and he curled up his legs in a way that I thought meant for sure he was dead. But no! He was only resting. Soon he uncurled all eight of his legs and again found a dry spot to stand. At this point I thought, ok, as soon as I get out the shower I will save this spider's life. But to wait was my fatal error, for this particular spider could not and would not wait with me. In a final act of astounding bravery, my spider friend attempted to run and swim across the river of water rolling down from one side of the shower to the other by crawling along  our bath mat. And he almost made it. But his fate was sealed; the water was too strong. And after a few final struggles, I watched my spider friend curl up one final time and wash toward the drain. This happened well over 12 hours ago, and I still can't erase the memory of my momentary friend from my mind. And if you read this whole thing, than you are a true friend of mine.