I have a wedding reception to attend this evening and so I was getting gussied up. First I had to step over Chester as he was laying in front of the shower door.
He looked at me but didn't seem to mind the intrusion.
I washed and conditioned my hair and then I looked down.
And what to my myopic eyes did appear?
Something that looked like a small black spider.
I have a truce with spiders and so there was no screaming and fleeing with water droplets flying. I bent over to try and ascertain if it really was a spider.
I then said, "If you are a spider and you are NOT dead, you better get out of here."
Chester got up and walked away.
I always figured he thought he was a cat.
Seems he fancies himself a spider.
Good thing I have a truce with them then.