I want to preface this post by saying that we haven’t seen any spiders for quite a while. (Unless you count the ones that are dead in the traps, which I am torn as to what to do with. I mean, on the one hand, I want to throw out the traps because they’re icky, and hello, they have dead spiders in them. But on the other hand, I think we should leave them out because there may be more spiders that find their way into them, and maybe, just maybe, the dead spiders are acting like some sort of bad omen, keeping all other potential spiders away…)

Anyway, last night in bed, I woke up and rubbed my eyes, and my contact fell out (sorry, Wyatt, that means it’s probably still in the bed somewhere…it was either that or wake you up and turn on the light) so I took them both out and decided to just wear my glasses today.

Which is fine.

But, when I went to take my shower today, I had to take those glasses off, which means I can’t see very well. Not very well at all.

And when I stepped into the shower, there were some suspicious-looking dark splotches making their way to the drain.

I freaked out a bit, momentarily, because while I knew, or thought I knew, that I had checked the shower for spiders, it was pretty hard to convince myself it was just fuzz from the rug that I washed, and thus, caused to pill and shed like crazy.

Nevertheless, I managed to avoid the urge to scream and jump out of the shower. Wyatt would have been so proud.

And pretty soon, the splotches were gone, down the drain forever, and my blurry eyes were never able to determine their true identity.

Guess we’ll go with the idea that they weren’t spiders. Otherwise, I may have to boycott the shower. And that won’t work out well for anyone.