The Little Baby Guy

I have a baby spider in my bathroom and he is not the smartest little guy.

I will say, under duress, that I know it might not actually be a *baby* spider, it might just be a very small type of a bigger spider I get a lot around here, but in my head it's a baby spider, just a young thing trying to figure life out.

The first time I saw him, he was, I kid you not, hanging out, somehow, on a web he had made on the sink stopper in my bathroom sink.  Like I throw the chain over the tap and the stopper hangs a little bit down and he had used that as a base and I was like oh dude no.  I tried to explain how lucky he was that I had seen him as he's SO TEENY TINY and if I had, especially not being at 100% wellness, not seen him he would have been drowned to death (I assume) when I went to wash my hands.  Sigh.

I escorted him out of the room and gave him a mind lecture (I said it in my mind in case that's how they communicate?)

So two days later I'm getting in to the shower and who do I see on the wall next to the last tile, but him again.  The tiny little dude.  

I just shook my head.  I know nothing about catching bugs, but this, again, didn't seem like an ideal spot to me. 

He'd moved by the time I dried off.  I probably dislodged something with daring to move a shower curtain.

So I'm fairly sure I have a baby spider somewhere in my bathroom and all I can hope is that he's learning from my "disruptions" where not to go.