This morning there was a spider in the shower. A sort of reddish-gold colour and a bit larger than a quarter, legs included. He was squatting in the corner, probably unable to crawl out.
And I very patiently grabbed up a handy toilet brush and coaxed him onto it so I could get him out of the shower before I turned the water on. So now I'm freshly washed (though I didn't look nearly as good as Paul Vandervort up there getting that way) and the spider is free to live out his life somewhere else in my apartment.
For someone who doesn't like dogs or cats in the house, I'm really rather sympathetic to spiders and earthworms for some reason.
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