The morning shower can be pretty uneventful. In, scrub, out. This morning it was different.
I decided to pump up the volume on iTunes and head into the shower. I danced in the shower to some old school sounds. I looked up and saw a daddy long legs moving its wee body to the beat. Seriously, moving its pint-sized body and legs in time to Sly & The Family Stone.
It grooved its way down towards me. I lathered up my hair, and then put my finger out to ask for a dance. Denied, as it quickly scuttled back up to the ceiling. Was it the brazenness, the inter-creature pheromones, or was I simply not attractive through a pair of eight eyes? Rejection, even on an insect-scale is stink.
I shrugged it off. One day I will find a furrier and longer-legged spider… maybe it will even write my name in its web. After all, there’s plenty more spiders in the shower.