I received a visit from an unexpected visitor yesterday. I was in my bathroom, clad in my birthday suit - when out of nowhere it appears. Dangling. Taunting me with its eight legs, knowing full well I wasn't going to kill it in the buff. Such a clever creature. Instead I ran to the kitchen, grabbed a giant yellow cup, swooped my unwanted guest into said cup, and covered it with the heaviest book I could find under urgent circumstances - Jane Austen, The Complete Novels. I then left the following note for my roommate: "Live spider - do not let loose." And off to work I went...
When I got home from work I found an empty yellow cup
with the following note:
Wyatt admitted later that he released the spider into the wild. I'm glad he did. Honestly, I was starting to feel pretty guilty that I trapped him in the first place. I couldn't imagine leaving him captive all day, only to kill him. Run free little friend!
