As I've said before, I don't really mind spiders. After being spiderless in the shower for a couple of weeks, yesterday morning I suddenly had company. A HUGE daddy longlegs decided the shower was the perfect place for his domicile.
He also decided it was the place to play Tarzan and practice bungee jumping. Another game he seems to like is peek-a-boo around the bottles of shampoo and creme rinse. Those activities wouldn't be so bad if he hadn't decided the time to practice those games was while I was in the shower myself.
Unfortunately for him, his timing is bad. All I can think of while watching him drop down off the ceiling to just above my head is that he will get tangled in my hair as I am washing or rinsing it. I really don't want to explain why I later have spider legs falling out of my hair (hair is supposed to gets rats' nests, not spiders' nests! - hmm, not really the visual I was going for). Anyway this spider is going to be torn limb from limb today because he hasn't wised up and moved out while the gettin' was good.
Mr. Spider, I would like you to meet Mrs. Vacuum!
Talk about tornadoes!
Posted by: CopCar | May 09, 2005 at 11:44 AM
It was a battle, but the vacuum won.
Posted by: bogie | May 11, 2005 at 04:34 AM