I have had a spider living on the ceiling of my bathroom for a while. He made a home in the corner above the shower head. I am retardedly afraid of spiders. I don't know why, in my head I know they are no big deal but when one is near me I get panicky. This one was ok, he stayed out of my bubble. I'll admit I stayed toward the other end of the shower but it was ok. Well, tonight he started to come down the shower wall. I, of course, freak out. I am a little embarrassed that when I call out for Brandon with panic in my voice he walks in and says "spider?" First thing I say every time is "dont kill it!" He just rolls his eyes. I told him that if he would just go back to his corner I would be ok. Brandon goes to wave him back and the spider just climbs on his hand. Brandon, being all manly, just takes him outside. I would freak out but whatever. Did I mention I was standing in the middle of the bathroom with my head covered in shampoo? Yeah, I'm awesome.
I hope the spider is ok and finds a new warm home. I don't want him to die. I'm a total live and let live person. If I could go my whole life without killing anything, even a bug, I would be super happy.
Good luck little spider!