I am happy to report that last night when I went to take a shower, the spider had left the building. (or at least my line of vision)
My newest dilemma in my home:
The downstairs bathroom sink won't turn off! I'm not joking, this is just the latest in a long line of "what else could go wrong in my rickety old house"?
It's a slow, constant trickle, which began sometime yesterday. We tried to screw the handle in tighter, with no avail. Now, we're looking for a place to turn the water off. We can see the knob for the toilet, but not the sink. I hope we don't disconnect the water for the entire bathroom because
That's my bathroom! I already have to go up a flight of stairs to get to it. I'm embarrassed to admit how many nights I've laid in bed, having to pee, so tired, or lazy, that I consider going in the cat box around the corner. (no, I haven't done it yet, but if I do, I'll make sure to blog about it)
I'm sure there is some tube back there that can be disconnected but holy fucking jeeze, I live in the little pig house of straw.