Winning Doesn't Feel So Good

For those of you following the spider saga, there has been a shocking twist. Remember the tiny wee spider living in my shower? Well, we were getting along fine. There were nasty, pinchy looking spiders in my living room, huge spiders in my bedroom, but this cute, small guy was just fine in the shower. Then. Then. Today there was an accidental casualty.

There he was, climbing around on the shower wall, well out of my way. Then, he was gone. I assumed he finally found one place that I wouldn't mind him living -- behind the side of the shower curtain that is always closed. I mean, why would I care? But then I saw the dreadful blob near the bottom of the shower. Spidey had gotten soaked. I don't know how I did it, or if he just walked into a stream of water... I just saw his crumpled little legs piled on top of his now tiny body.

There was still movement. He might still be alive... But I make no promises. He didn't look well. And of course, all the big, scary, prickly spiders are alive and well. The one nice one in the flat was the only one who died. So I may have one this battle with the Planet of the Spiders, but I wish I hadn't. Let's all have a moment of silence, please.