Uh, yeah.
Fahim, as a typical male, leaves the toilet seat up after he urinates. Today, this morning, immediately after me crawling out of bed bleary-eyed, I was grateful. Because it meant that I could see that big-headed spider.
Remember that spider I mentioned the other day? The big-assed spider giving birth? Same kinda spider, but no egg sac. Hiding in my toilet bowl.
We have a hand-sprayer by the toilet, so of course I doused it with water, trying to get it into the water so maybe, hopefully, it would drown.
In reality, it just collapsed its legs and formed a ball, waited out the rain, and then tried to crawl out again. Spray spray spray spray stop spray, crawl out.
Took three flushes to get that thing down.
