Why, oh why, when my bath is white porcelain, and the plug is out, do I end up finding - YET AGAIN - I've shared it with a spider, floating with its eight clenched legs and quite drowned by this time?
Was it on the ceiling, waiting for me to get in before it lowered itself into the waters on a silken thread, only to find it couldn't swim?...
Not very nice for either of us.
BTW, the pic is of the very "oldest" arachnid, according to wikimedia (public domain)
I guess that was a super smart spider that knew better than to jump into ladies' baths.