A giant spider tried to murder me in the shower this morning.
When I told Jesse this, he said, “You mean a medium-sized spider was in the shower, minding his own business?” Me: “Well, yes, in your way of putting it.”
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Yes, it does seem highly improbable that the spider was plotting to murder you in your shower. Had this been his goal, he would not have so easily given away his position.
Ah, but see he was trying to give me a heart attack by crawling out of his little hidey hole all creepily.
Sounds about right – that is – something Jesse would say
About a week ago I was folding laundry, and when I shook out Pete’s pajama pants prior to folding, a spider flew out onto the floor. I screamed. The spider started running along the floor. When no one came to my rescue, I screamed again, picked up a slipper, and killed the spider. Pete finally came into the room and said, “What did you do that for?” And I said, “That was a brown recluse. It tried to kill me!” Pete asked, “How do you figure it was a brown recluse?” “Um, it was brown, and it was hiding in your pajama pants, so it was obviously reclusive. Duh.”
Yana is hilarious.
But spider encounters in the shower must be the worst! Think about it… you’re naked and as about as defenseless as we ever get. I had just such a traumatizing experience happen to me as a child. A huge (and it really was huge–I believe it was a wolf or banana spider or something) crawled out of the faucet! I was shrieking so much my parents thought I was being scaled to death. I’ve been traumatized ever since.
So I can definitely get on board with YOUR description of the incident.