Lazarus

I just killed two spiders in one shower.
I felt like Satan.
And the thing that kills me is that I even checked before I turned the water on to make sure no creepy crawlies were lurking in my bath tub.
But, like most lurkers, they were hidden.

The first one was black, and after seeing him, I tried to convince myself that it was just dark blue fuzz from my towel. But after he started squirming, I realized he was a creepy crawly creature. My brain just kind of shut down for a second...I didn't know what to do.
So, finally, I picked him up with my finger (thinking he was dead) because he wouldn't go down the drain. But then his legs started twitching! It was kind of exciting.
I quickly grabbed a piece of toilet paper, and put him on it to see if it would absorb some of the water that was covering him.
He had stopped moving, though. He was dead.
The water proved to be too much of a weight for him, and he succumbed.

The second spider somehow caught my attention by the drain. He was just a daddy long leg and had no chance of survival. I put him on the piece of toilet paper, too.

With one last glance at the black spider who was now on a piece of toilet paper on my bathroom floor, I decided to name him Lazarus, in hopes that he too might come back from the dead.

I commenced my shower and tried not to think of the revenge Lazarus' family would try to seek against me.
There is no screen on my window.
Bugs have easy access.
It was unnerving.

After my shower, I dried off and stuff, and then, seeing that Lazarus was still dead, I went to throw the piece of toilet paper away. I kind of moved it around a little bit (the toilet paper) to soak up any more water from Lazarus that I could.

And then a miracle happened!

Lazarus started crawling!

I was ecstatic!

So, I ran out to the sliding glass door, and put him on the deck and said "Ha ha! I win!"

RIP to Mr. Daddy Long Leg, though. Sometimes you just have to take one for the team....