Because it knew something that I didn't know.
That there was a centipede on the floor of the shower.
And that if any insect was getting killed that night, it was going to be the centipede, not the spider.
Centipedes are just not ok. I know I've said that snakes are the worst because they have no legs, but the centipede is the second worst because it has too many legs. Way too many. It over corrected.
Suffice it to say, I got out of that shower in .2 seconds. Then I had to figure out a way to get the centipede down the drain with a shower-head that isn't easily removed. Eventually I succeeded, but the rest of the shower I kept picturing it coming back out somehow.
The spider was the last thing on my mind after that. For all I know, it was crawling all over me (it wasn't, and even writing that sentence gave me the heebie jeebies).
This morning I was thinking about my shower experience, and wondering how to get rid of the creepy crawlies. Lots of bugs start coming inside this time of year and I don't like it. The first thing that came to mind? Chickens. Chickens eat bugs. And honestly, I'd rather have a chicken in the bathroom than a centipede. Any day.
In other thoughts, I started writing a blog post about honeycrisp apples this morning, after taking a bite of a piece of heaven (a honeycrisp apple). I will do you guys a favor and not publish that post. It included historical information about Johnny Appleseed, scientific information about hybrid apples, and
It was quite an apple.
Lastly in Wednesday Thoughts, I got a flu shot this morning. It hurt and I lied about my weight on the form and I'll probably still get the flu.