this past weekend, i walked into the bathroom and looked up to see the same fat daddy long legs spider that had been hanging out in the same corner above the mirror for the past couple of days and wondered why it was still there--was it dead? had it chosen that corner as its final resting place?
but my attention was quickly diverted when i opened up the shower to find that another daddy long legs spider had chosen a corner living space. i say living space because this spider was very much alive. and for some reason, i didn't have it in me to throw tabo after tabo of water over it until it curled its legs inwards and made the descent from web to wall to tub to drain.
instead, i turned the water on and directed it close enough to the spider to ensure i wouldn't be risking it somehow flinging itself onto me, but far enough away from it so that it wouldn't be swept down. to somewhat ease my discomfort, i decided to shower with my glasses on so that i could maintain a visual on the spider--which was difficult because i had to turn my back to it to rinse my hair out, which always made me dread having to turn around to see that the spider had disappeared.
it didn't help that steam and condensation would build up on the lenses of my glasses, which rendered the spider camouflaged into the tile. i eventually had to put my glasses on top of my head--kinda like a headband--because my blurry eyesight was better than wet glasses. it also didn't help that daddy long legs was very determined to get in a few stretches every few minutes. one time it looked like it was falling and i actually flinched. other times it crept towards the water--which also meant towards me--and i could see it struggle to remain steady on its spider web as the droplets of water--bigger than his body--threatened his existence.
i could've crushed that little arachnid under the tip of my pinkie, but there i was close to almost cowering behind my semi-wall of pouring water, and there he was moving into a hurricane and hanging on by a thread.
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