I have a tub spider. It likes to cling to the side of the tub and just wait for me to come in, completely unsuspecting, to jump out and attack me...or crawl across the tub. Whatever.
But I never scream. Because I'm brave.
Of course, I have to wash it down the drain before ever thinking about setting a toe in that tub. Because yikes - I've seen "Arachnophobia."
You know the scene where the girl is in the shower and the spider drops down and can't get a grip through the soapy bubbles so it slides all the way down her naked body and you almost see obscene parts?
I know what tub spiders are like.
(Since that movie is clearly the code for all spiders of all kinds to follow - I'm sure they were all really ticked when it was made, because it gave away all of their secret spidey actions to get us humans.)
The scariest part is that I never really know if the spider is gone. Because even though I've washed that thing down the drain multiple times, he always comes back. To spook me with his almost scream inducing tub crawl.
So even when I've just washed him down the drain, and dumped some extra water in there even though he disappeared almost a minute ago, I feel like I can't really shower normally. Because what if I turn my back to the drain and the spider crawls out to take advantage of me not being able to see it? And heaven forbid if I have to shave my legs. Because that not only entails turning my back to the drain, but also bending over to shave my ankles. And that's just asking for a big spider bite on the tush.
It's really creepy, I tell you.