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Last night after washing my face, I turned around to dry it off on my towel and there was a spider hanging out on the wall over the towel rack. He was one of those dark brown juicy kinds. I yelled for Cory, who was already in bed and didn't really feel like exerting himself anymore that day, but he gallantly got up and grabbed a wad of toilet paper and turned to face the intruder.

"It can see me!" he said. "It knows I'm coming."

"Do you want me to distract him?"

"No. But I need something to smack him with instead," he said, turning away from the spider to look for something flat. And then, "uh oh!"

"What?"

"He's gone!"

He spent a few minutes looking for it, shaking out the towels and moving the rug and scratching his head. And then we gave up. Cory put the wad of toilet paper on the counter just in case we found the spider later, and we went to bed.

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This morning, Cory got up first and took a shower. When I finally dragged myself out of bed, I went into the bathroom and started straightening up the counter (it was full of hairpins and water bottles and the like). I grabbed the wad of toilet paper and threw it into the toilet - and in the toilet, something dark came out from beneath the paper. It was the spider! It had apparently decided to hide in the toilet paper overnight. Ha! So I flushed the toilet, and while the spider spiraled to oblivion, I enjoyed the last laugh.