Things that happen at home:
Me, about to take a shower in my mother in law’s blatantly rarely used guest bathroom: *sees spider hanging out in the drain, scoops him up, traps him in a cup*
Me, after my shower: *taking the spider outside*
My father in law: Watcha got there?
Me: A guard spider for your wood pile.
My FIL: Well, the vet better not charge me if he gets sick.
Spider: *refuses to be dumped out, literally have to chase the little fucker out of a really pretty glass cup that can clearly not be left outside*
Me, to myself: I just wanted a fucking shower, dude…c’mon.












