Roomie said she saw a ‘gigantic’ spider in the bathroom yesterday. I asked her how big, and she indicated something a little smaller than a dinner plate. I suspect in reality it might have been a couple of inches. I said, ‘Ah! Giant house spider.’ I had a look round and didn’t find it. At least it wasn’t on the overhead anymore, where it could have pounced on her. Since I didn’t find it, she felt it was safe to use the toilet. And that’s when and where the spider appeared! No, just kidding.
She’s not one of those people who screams when she finds a spider. Unless it’s a black widow, which she hates, and which do not live up here (IME). Since she knows I don’t like killing spiders, and take them outside (which will probably kill them, but at least they have a chance), she’ll ask me to catch them for her. I assured her that giant house spiders are said to eat hobo spiders (which I’ve never knowingly seen), so they’re good to have around.
Still, I wonder where the little darling got to.