Sunday, November 1, 2009

My Bathroom is Sparkly and There Was a Spider in My Shower.

These two things are not related, except that they happened in the same bathroom.

My bathroom shimmers with the residue of gold glitter hairspray. Gold glitter hairspray is a 'necessity' if you are dressing as a rockstar or fairy princess for Halloween. It also comes in handy if you are a witch, but is not essential.

We also had purple hairspray. Red, white, blue, green, and black tubes of creme make-up littered the countertop. Make-up sticks in a rainbow of colours and vampire teeth. Vampire teeth that came in four different, brilliant colours, because white is so last year. All these items plus a few things from the costume boxes produced a villian complete with pencil mustache and black cape, Hermione Granger from Harry Potter, Count Dracula, a rock-star, a fairy princess and a little pig. I donned on black clothes and slathered the green make-up over my face and neck. The reactions to my face surprised me. I frightened small children, except for one who thought I was funny. I've never received such attention from a costume. I still think it would have been better if I'd had spider jewelry.

Perhaps I could've used the spider from my shower. However, he was alive and I didn't think accessory would have been a fitting end. I like spiders. I read a book when I was a kid titled "Be Nice to Spiders". I loved that book. I still get excited when I see it in the library. Maybe because of that book I tend to let spiders alone. I will quickly and without any qualm end the life of any spider that might be dangerous (i.e. brown recluse, black widow). Those are few and far between. The rest I'm happy to let them go to eat all bugs that venture into my home. Given my appreciation of arachnids, it still disturbs me to be in a small enclosed space while exposed with a creature that might bite me. I considered snuffing it's life out, but I didn't want to touch it. So, I spent my shower warily watching the poor thing trying to escape. He didn't want to be there. He kept climbing up and slipping down. The conditions were, after all, wet and slick. I stayed on my side, washed and exited quickly. I'm sure he finally found a way out. I haven't seen the little spider since.

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