When throwing my laundry in the washing machine today, a large basement spider revealed himself to me on the top of the heaping pile of dirty clothes inside the machine.
I could have rescued him.
And normally I don't take to killing things, even ugly spiders. You know that scene in "The Secret Life of Bees" where May puts a trail of marshmallows for the spiders (or maybe they were cockroaches?) to make their way safely out the door?
Yeah, that could be me.
Only it wasn't.
Instead, I quickly turned on the warm water, added detergent, and even added bleach in attempts to poison the poor critter. I laundered that little fella. Hopefully it does him in and his poor spider parts get shredded apart to be drained away during the spin cycle.
Otherwise I will be wearing the remains of an innocent spider inside my underwear.
Well, if you give birth to SpiderMan JR we will know what happened...
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