Somewhere beneath the surface of this sudsy water is a large, hairy and apparently quite clumsy spider. I was washing up and discovered him snoozing under one of the breakfast dishes. There was a minor commotion, and in the confusion he ran across the draining board and actually appeared to trip over the edge into the sink. I didn’t even know spiders could fall off the edge of things! Don’t they have some kind of sticking-to-things power in their hairy little feet?
Anyway. He’s in there. Probably lifeless, but who knows (maybe spiders can hold their breath for freakishly long periods! Do spiders even breathe? I have so many questions and no entomologist on call!). I’m certainly not putting my hand in there to fish him out or to pull the plug. I guess I’ll just have to wait for my husband to get home. Now I need to decide whether I tell him about the spider, or just ask him if he’d mind finishing the dishes for me and let the situation unfold?