So, there is a spider living in my mailbox.
Usually if I see a spider in a location that can cause it to get in my way, I will either kill it, capture it and remove it, or get someone else to remove it for me, depending on creep-factor.
Daddy longlegs are hilarious to move, they stiffen like a nerd who just spotted a jock in the hallway when you grab their legs, so I just grab a leg and move them, but they are usually in corners under the ceiling. I dont mind that. as long as they stay there, I let them be. If they come down, they get removed. easy.
Big, hairy, creepy spiders get killed. everything in me goes ‘KILL IT WITH FIRE! BURN THE HOUSE DOWN, IT WAS IN HERE THERE MAY BE MORE!’ when I see those, I cant help it. the idea of touching them makes me shiver.
But this little fucker. This fucker is hairy, kinda big (I’m from a country with generally small spiders. None of those giant, size of your hand or bigger things here.) and it lives in my mailbox. But it is such a little coward! everytime I open the mailbox, it curls up and waits for me to go away. I see it spasm, and sometimes I see it crawl a bit away before it curls up again, so I know it is alive. Logically, it should have left ages ago. We check the mail daily, we constantly remove the newspapers it uses for its webs, but it insists on staying in our mailbox. Every bloody day, I check it, see the spider, try not to crush it while getting our mail (it is sometimes between the mail, and I worry that I might crush it when I grab the mail) and make sure it does not get crushed when I close the mailbox. I am considering naming it.
How can this creature, that I normally fear and hate so much, be so damn cute?!