There was a song back in the '70s, during my college years: "I don't like spiders and snakes...." I really don't. I love animals, birds, fish and some insects, but I really wish spiders and snakes would keep their distance. I haven't seen any snakes in a while, but I had an encounter with a spider this morning that was too close for comfort.
We have a small bathroom. If it were any smaller, it would be a closet. I was not fully awake yet when I spotted him, crawling on one of the bath towels on the rack. The adrenaline kicked in so fast, my head is still spinning.
Brown recluse? It did look the part, but I wasn't about to get close enough for verification. The only thing I knew with certainty was that this encounter was not going to end well for one of us. I'm a whole lot bigger than said spider and could easily crush him under my flip-flop, if I could get him onto the floor. Crushed arachnid on the floor, no big deal. Crushed arachnid on the wall, ick!
The spider's advantage? If it was a brown recluse, enough venom to put an early end to my early retirement. Definitely not my preferred option.
According to the spider experts, though the venom is deadlier than that of most snakes, only ten percent of all recluse bites result in a medical emergency, since the itsy bitsy spider's fangs are so small. In other words, it's got to really sink those suckers in to make a difference. It can't bite through clothing. I don't think I want to take that chance.
There are several reported infestations in homes that led to permanent evacuations. One story claims a family lived in a house with over 2000 brown recluses without a single bite. Ever. No way would I stay in that house for even five minutes.
I grabbed the towel. Instead of jumping off, the little idiot crawled between the layers of the towel. I shook it again. The spider hit the floor running.
Until I stomped on it.