A couple of nights ago, I ran some bath water for Turner downstairs. Some glistening drops of water caught my eye on a spider web between two of his toys. Where there's a web, there's a spider. So I starting looking for it, cautiously picking up toys and moving things around. Then I noticed two legs barely poking out of one of the jets. I saw the spider and tried to get it with some twisted toilet paper, but it would back up enough to get away then come back to the edge each time like it was taunting me. I decided to fill up the tub, then turn the jets on. That way, I'd flush out the spider and maybe impress Turner a little since he's never seen the jets in action. It seemed like a win-win situation. Turner even said, "that's a really good plan!"
Well, of course, the plan backfired. Little did I know that the two jets in the back were pointing straight up. In about one second, almost every surface in the bathroom was covered in water and Turner was in shock. Great, now I had to face the possibility that the stupid spider could be anywhere. Luckily, it was floating in the bathtub. I scooped it up, poured it in the toilet, and flushed it again. Turner was a little relieved, but still stunned over the whole thing. This wasn't exactly the impression I'd hoped to make, but at least the dang spider was gone!
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