… but you oughtn’t have hidden in my slipper.
So I’m disrobing so I can take a shower, and I see something on my toenail. I reached down and picked it up, and it was a dead spider. The only place it could have come from was my left slipper. I catch spiders and take them outside; not kill them. Pity, it chose a poor place to hole up. Down the sink it went.