Today was like any other day.
I turned on the shower water, waited for it to heat up, laid my glasses on the bathroom counter, and stepped into the bathtub.
Standing under the water, I noticed a dark fuzz on the floor of the tub (everything is fuzz without my glasses). Hm, must be towel fuzz. And I flicked some water on it. It dutifully headed to the drain.
to my horror,
And headed back up the incline. My towel fuzz was scaling the wall of the tub!!
Fearing the unknown (an ant? a spider? a tick? a baby roach?!!) I scrambled out of the tub--no easy task with wet feet on a wet tub. I fumbled with my glasses, cramming them onto my face as quickly as I could.
There was the perpetrator. My "towel fuzz" was a black spider.
Whispering a quick thanks that it wasn't a baby roach, I reached for a cup, filled it up, and sent the spider down into the plumbing.
I spent the rest of my shower humming, "Itsy bitsy spider...."
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