messenger of doom

I'm a friend of all things living. I understand that it's springtime and all you little creepy crawly things are coming out from wherever you hide to do all things nature-y during the winter. But do you really need to chill on my towel hook? Seriously? There are probably a million and one other places that you can hang out at where I don't even need to see you. But noooo. You must establish base camp atop my starfish shaped towel hook.

This poses a greater question - what form of survival advantage does the spider attain by forming their base of operations on my towel hook in my bathroom. Are there that many bugs to make this a lush tropical paradise of delicacies and climate for spiders? First of all, eew I hope not, and second I think I would notice if that were the case, which it is not. Last I checked I hadn't established a Ritz Carlton, Matt's Toilet location with special frequent stay programs for spiders. So again I must ask, why lil spider? Why?

Maybe Mr 8 Legs was doing me a favor - by scaring me half to death at this time of day my heart got jump started. Or maybe the lil' spider buddy was sent for a higher purpose to ensure that my adrenaline gland was doing it's job. Thanks nature for that little check up along the lines of pulling out the dipstick and seeing how the oil is. I can fully report that the oil level is topped off and quite clean, thank you very much.

Whatever his purpose is, he'd better be gone when I get home or else someone is getting put outside in the snow. And don't even get me started on the flippin' snow...