In my ongoing attempt to be kind of cool with spiders (but not really OMG) and having read a while ago that they're really good to let live in and around your place (cuz they munch on less awesome bugs and also don't really hang out in visible spots all that much... apparently) I decided to try to live with a spider in my place.
I mean, I know, I know, I'm ALWAYS living with spiders in my place (shudder) but usually I capture them and remove them to the hallway (and pretend that means they'll never come back inside my place ahem, let me have that fantasy please!)
So a while ago (could be months, really) there was one of those long legged spiders up in a corner of my bathroom.
Now I have a hard no rule to spiders in my bedroom but I have been trying to ignore them more in my other rooms, so when I saw this gal (I decided she was a lady, but fully admit I could be wrong and I'm ok with that and not going to ... like try to find out... however that would be done) chilling in the corner, I decided to just let her be.
Which I did. And I feel like she sat there for a few days and then she was gone. I didn't think much of it other than "oh, I wonder if she died, oh well."
Weeks later, I saw a similar looking one in the hallway downstairs and had a moment of "oh... well, duh, I guess they'd like, crawl all over the damn building if they wanted to" but that wasn't really a thought I felt like following too closely so I half thought "I wonder if that's my spider" and half thought "I wonder if that's a baby/child of my spider".
At some point I saw her back in the bathroom again and wondered how long spiders live (and I just googled it and this type can live over a year which... WHAT? I kind of honestly thought all bug lives were really quite short, go figure... today I learned.... *shooting star logo thing*.)
I've half forgotten my potential spider friend... attempted friend... and then the other night I walked into my bathroom and there she was, but also FAR too close to my toothbrushes which do have covers on them but still, somehow just the idea was too much, so I blew air on her a few times until she fell into the (dry) bathtub. Sorry, but near toothbrushes, I just can't handle. Gah.
I watched to make sure she righted herself (it seemed like a bit of a struggle, I felt a little bad) because I wanted to keep trying to live with a spider.
I figured by the next morning, she'd have found her way out of the tub and moved on to another location in what must be a rather massive domain.
I kept the bath curtain (wow that was a really hard word to think of and I'm pretty sure I got it wrong but you know what I mean, the thing that hangs on the rod at the edge of your bath to keep the water out... bath... sheet? no... omg shower curtain, I was close but not quite there... anyway...) I kept the shower curtain open so that I could check the next morning and when I checked the next morning she was still in there, looking (I imagined) quite tired from a night of trying to crawl out of what I guess must have been too slippery of an angle for her.
So... I got a glass and she walked right into it and I took her out into the hallway and probably rather harshly if I'm honest, released her (chucked her out of the glass... ahem).
So I don't know if I'll see her again but I feel like I might, maybe my bathroom has some yummy beasts she can nom on... maybe it's just a nice, quiet hang out spot. Maybe she's had a bazillion babies and I'm just seeing various versions of them.
But like, I don't know how well this is going but I'm trying?
Also... growing up we always called the flying long legged things "daddy long legs" so I didn't know what to call this long legged spider but I guess that's the colloquial term and now I'm confused as to what people call the flying ones. (Apparently they're crane flies but also called daddy long legs so I just give up. Bugs, amiright?)
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