Someone once told me that spiders will eat the other bugs in your apartment if you don’t smash them. As much I’d love to believe this, I seriously can’t stand the idea of them crawling across my bed, my dresser, or my face (yuck). Yet, while I watch them climb the walls and cross the ceiling, I feel like I have a slight connection to the freaky little things. It’s like their my defense against other, grosser creepy crawly things.
Anyways, this morning when I decided to get my lazy ass out of bed, I sat on my toilet and down came the little spider, with his eight legs and all. It was a weird moment of interaction, like I knew he was watching me and he knew I was watching him. He started to scramble up and down like a trapeze artist. Maybe that where the idea of spinning on ropes high in the air came from. Really, though, this guy had mad skills.
I told him that as long as I don’t see him running across the floor, he can chill here as long as he likes. He seemed to accept that by scrambling up and down his little string of web stuff. When I asked him to bite me and turn me into Spider Woman, he didn’t seem to be so into that.
Anyhow, if you’ve never watched a spider and interacted with one, you really should. Unless it’s larger than a dime or poisonous, then you should probably just smash it and hope there aren’t any eggs hidden in your apartment.
Also, as an update, I had to move the spider outside. He didn’t follow the no crawling on my shit rule as well as I hoped he would. So I put him on the patio, so maybe he’ll go visit the horrible and nasty neighbors downstairs.