What a rough weekend. First I was doing battle with one of the servers. (I finally won, by the way.) Then I forgot to take my pills not once but twice, and that left me really messed up. Then finally I went to a family function, where the lack of sleep, abundance of stress, and lack of medication rendered me very vulnerable to overstimulation, and between kids, TV, and just general loudness, I crumbled and started to fall apart. So finaly I just had to escape to somewhere quiet. Had a brief lie-down on the sofa, then thought a nice hot bubblebath might relax me…
I’ve mentioned in the past that the bathroom is pretty much the most vulnerable place in the house. Almost anything you are doing in there, puts you at a disadvantage should something serious happen. Whether you’re in the bath, showering, or just sitting on the loo, if something comes up, you’re bound to be unprepared, and quite possibly naked and waterlogged to boot.
So you know whatever happens below the fold, it is bound to be disturbing…
I’m laying back in the tub, the water’s nice and hot, the bubbles are starting to collapse. I’m starting finally to feel relaxed. I look down towards the faucet and overflow valve, between my feet. Not sure why, just happened to be looking in that direction. And what do I see?
It’s big, it’s black, it’s got way more legs than anything has a right to, and it emerges squirming from the overflow valve, and drops straight into the bathwater between my feet.
I can’t even begin to explain the emotions I started to experience. Suffice to say, “Joy” was not one of them.
So the damn thing sinks (soap makes the water wetter, don’cha know? Breaks down the surface tension.) and now I have a big black wriggling spider well and truly in the bath with me, only instead of being in a position where a) I can see him and b) he has a chance of escape, he’s actually actively drowning as he floats around in between my legs.
Fortunately I was able to keep myself from panicing, and managed to be resourceful enough to find something in reach with which to fish him out of the tub and into the trash. After that, I elected to cut short the bath as the relaxation-potential had most definately passed.
Of course, after having time to think about it, I realize that if I hadn’t been looking in that direction I might not have seen him, and might have continued on with my bath oblivious to the creepy crawly buggy bastard bobbing around my nethers. Then the true horror sets in – just because I saw it this time, doesn’t mean there haven’t been other spiders, other times…
I really hate spiders.