Say Hello To My Little Friend

My favorite pets are the wild ones. The cricket that chirps at me on the porch every night when I watch the dogs do their business. The two toads that made sweet toad love for an entire week in the goldfish pond. Afterwards, Mr. Toad hung around for another week bragging about how good it was. My latest pet is a tiny little spider that has taken residence on my bathroom sink.

He, or she, scurries around between the make-up and medicine bottles, peeking around the faucet base when I'm brushing my teeth. Last night he was sitting right on the toilet paper roll. Unfortunately, I didn't notice him sitting there until I grabbed the end and gave a yank. He went flying to the floor, but luckily didn't seem to get hurt. He just sat there for a while like he was trying to catch his breath. I haven't checked in on him yet this morning. I don't know if he made it back up on the sink, or if he's going to be sneaking around on the floor from now on.

I keep thinking I should catch him and set him free outside. After all, what is there for a spider to eat on my bathroom sink? On the other hand, it's getting cold outside. There's not going to be much to eat outside soon, either. My husband wouldn't worry about any of this. His thought process would go like this: 'See spider. Squish spider.' Then if I'm lucky he would follow that with 'Clean up squished spider pieces' but I'm not sure about that last step.