When I go to bed, I usually have a little water left in a bottle I’ve been working on all evening. So I keep it on the nightstand in case I might want a refresher in the middle of the night or the next morning. I leave the cap off, and have often taken a swig in the dark without looking very closely. That stops today.
The photo here tells the tale. I reached for the bottle this morning and thought something looked odd. The realization happened at just about the same moment my hand touched the bottle. I quickly un-touched the bottle. I did not scream like a little girl. Nope.
After finding and screwing the lid back on, all was right in the world again. Things are funny like that when you first wake up. Now I became the little boy, fascinated by this arachnid I had just captured. I turned the bottle upside-down to dislodge the spider from the top of the bottle, but it quickly righted itself. A couple more turns and I discovered why: The spider had been in there for a while already, and had built a small network of webbing.
What was the final outcome? The spider wanted to be near water. I granted that wish.
