Yesterday I saw one of those really big spiders in the downstairs shower.
I was pretty sure that he/she couldn’t get out, and told myself I would get him out before he starved.
I briefly mused about what sort of metabolism spiders have and decided I didn’t know, and didn’t care enough to Google it.
I sort of forgot about it for the rest of the day and overnight.
It was convenient forgetfulness masking the fact that I wasn’t sure how to get him out.
Most entrapment devices that I have tried to employ in spider rescues have been disastrous to their legs.
I thought I remembered using a dangling cloth with success.
But those had been small spiders.
I couldn’t get over the feeling that a hand towel was too little distance and protection between me and a really large spider.
I do, no matter my recent conversion to live and let live, have an abiding horror of spiders – especially large ones.
So I sort of forgot about my rescue mission.
Just now when I saw him still there I got one of the hand towels that I keep hanging by the washer and dryer and dangled it down to him.
Smart spider: he grabbed on and I swung the towel out into the hall.
He dropped off, looked around and ran.
I think I heard “thank you, thank you” as he ran under the door into the guest bedroom.
I probably will never go in there again.