I felt something tickling my back during the evening. I scratched around and it stopped. Then later on, when I was in the bathroom getting ready for bed, my ear started itching. I glanced in the mirror and there was a huge SPIDER! Panic! I flung my arm and flapped around and was vaguely aware of a black body flying away from me. I leapt up and down in case he was making his way back to crawl up my leg but there was no sign of him on the floor.
Puzzled I turned to the sink to wash my face, and there, at the bottom of the basin was the poor little spider.
The monster that had scrambled over my ear had shrunk - it must have been the effect of the hot water - to the size of a baby's fingernail.
He was still kicking his little legs too.
But I figured, even if I rescued him, he'd die so it would probably be quicker and less painful for him if I just left him in the water.
I know, I know - I should have given him the kiss of life. You don't have to tell me; I feel guilty enough as it is.