l’m not some one who kills spiders, although l must admit l don’t especially enjoy them crawling on me – however at this time of year l like having them in the house, as l’d much rather that they snacked on the mosquitoes that were planning on snacking on me.
So having one such creature living in my bathroom was OK. However it being in my towel after a shower was not and especially as it ended up on my arm. I batted it away and felt instantly guilty.
”l’m really sorry spider, l called out – l hope I didn’t hurt you, but living in my towel is absolutely not OK – why not move to my front room? There’s plenty more space and insects for you to eat/friends to meet there!”.
Next thing l know that’s exactly where my spider was calmly and decidedly heading… Odd hey? Could it have possibly understood what I was saying!!?
Maybe there is such a thing as reincarnation? I never saw that spider again, but l hope it lived happily ever after! 😉
P.s Dislaimer alert: the above cartoon is entirely a work of fiction- there are no black widows in the UK!! 🙂 Well at least l hope not ….
