This was intended to be a backpost from earlier this summer when my friend spotted a tarantula in her living room moments before I drifted off on the couch. (Yep, it woke me up.)
Very fitting, since I'm housesitting for her this week and guess what I found in the kitchen sink this morning. It may have been this little guy's twin.
I'm not too proud of myself, because unlike my spider-friendly pal, I washed the little Charlotte down the drain, instead of letting him out on the porch.
I'm getting over a lot of fears, but spiders have a ways to go. At least little spiders won't seem so bad now.