The Strange Spider

Last night when I turned on the bathroom light to get ready for bed, I saw a spider quickly crawling down the wall where he tucked behind my good-sized wooden nail brush to hide from me.

It was almost as if I had disturbed someone using my bathroom. I could see him crouched behind the brush, a spider never before seen, at least three inches long, looking like he was made of little sticks from a Sycamore tree.

Although I could feel the special significance of his presence, I did not want him to spend the night. As he crouched, I quickly got a large jar and a manila folder. I managed to cover him with the mouth of the jar while watching his jumping skills, maneuvering the stiff paper so that he could not escape.

As I looked down on him on my back steps, when he was free to go, he looked much smaller and disoriented as he tried to figure out what had happened to him. I wish I didn't have to be in such a hurry to get him out of my house. I could have looked at him more carefully. I may never again see a spider like him