Home-Spider-Home

There are some habits so ingrained from childhood that they still exist now, even into my 20's. This one in particular came from a particular traumatic event - towel shaking and spiders.

Every time I shower in the basement bathroom at home, I always shake the hell out of my shower towel before I use it.

Why, you might ask?

Spiders.

One time in my early teens I used a towel and there was a spider in it. I probably could use some therapy for it, but I'm doing my best to survive, therefore, I have developed the 'towel shaking habit.' Dear guests of our home - you are welcome because you better believe I vigorously shake all of the towels before letting you use them. You are welcome.

Anyway, a half hour ago I was downstairs plugging in my curling iron and I looked down and mere inches from my foot was a spider. A big one. I froze, because even though I like to think I am a courageous, self-empowered and self-sufficient woman - a spider will do me in, 100% of the time.

Normally I get help and make someone else kill it.

That dot was a spider, 45 minutes ago...

No, I am not kidding.

My brothers, mom, roommate, boyfriend, literally anyone but me. (Thank-you Nathan for sharing this with me and making me realize yes, it could be much, much worse....Spiders Flee Australian Flood)

Clearly, I had only two options:

Destroy the spider or risk it escaping while I ran for help and then knowing it was in the bathroom somewhere but not knowing where.

NOT IN MY HOUSE.

Not today, spider. Not today.