A shadow caught my attention in the shower this morning. My near-sighted eyes focused on the spot while my head prayed it wasn’t what a suspected it to be—a spider.
Leaning closer—inches separating my face from this foggy image—I realized my fear was coming true. Trapped in a small shower, there was little I could do to move out of its way.
As I lathered, I watched the shadow, now frozen in its place—likely as afraid of me as me of him.
Panic set in as I again realized there was no place to go. No place to hide. My three-and-a-half-foot by three-and-a-half-foot space was more like a jail cell than a shower stall
What other soul IN THEIR RIGHT MIND would be up and moving around at this time? No one. My mastiff didn’t even raise his head when I stepped into the bathroom to face my demon in my shower from hell.
Finally, eyeballing the spider’s whereabouts at a much higher level, I quickly conditioned my hair. Despite the danger I was in, shampooed hair without conditioner would put me in a far worse predicament than I was currently in.
Seconds later, my attacker had changed course.
The spider was on a fast clip now. Moving in different directions leaving me in fear again, now faced with my next move. With no stopping him in sight, I chose not to shave my legs. Yes. I said that. Now my choice of clothing for the day would be affected. I’d have to reselect my attire which could ultimately determine whether I have a good day, or a not-so-good one. Great.
And yes, the spider was still on the loose.
Grabbing a towel, I attempted drying, while watching the beast out of the corner of my eye.
In the end, I won. My sudden movement scared the intruder into a frozen state—at least temporarily. Once free from my tomb and wrapped in a towel, I could face him head on with tissue in hand.
It was over in seconds.
No one intrudes on my shower and lives to tell about it.