Get over my fear of spiders

I guess I can now mark this goal as completed. I woke up with my favorite spider of all (hint of sarcasm here), a daddy long-legs in my sink. Again, I didn’t want him to be murdered by the jet of cold water that would have appeared had I turned on the faucet in that instant. Instead, I inched him along the walls of my sink, coming to find out that he (why are all these spiders “Hes” to me?) couldn’t climb up the sink walls. I dared to do what I hadn’t before. I cupped him along all sides of his legs so that he had no other place to go but on my hand. Holding my breath and feeling my heart jumping out of my shirt, I let him settle on the back of my hand. Once he was there, it wasn’t so bad. I let him sit there for a moment until I transferred him to the counter. There he sat. Another spider life saved.

Whew! There he was in the shower and I didn’t have the heart to just flush him down the shower drain so I inched him along until he could find a good spot to settle.