Dictated, not read

Since I just added a WHOLE bunch of people...

HI! I'll be your Loquacious from now on. You may also know me as...

loquora on the LJ
Loquora at gmail as well
Near/Cuthbert/Hank/Fran for those of you from CFUD
Stephanie for those of you who know me outside of the internets
Loqui is the name I usually write under, and if any of you actually know me from back when I was all over Ragnarok, that was my primary name there too...

I think that covers it!

If I just added you, chances are I have very little idea who you are (I just added at least a dozen people and I have already lost track of who is who), so you're welcome to drop a comment here to remind me. Otherwise I will just be confused for a while until I get it all straight.

I was recently on vacation (10 days away from home with my parents in Kansai Japan) but that is a tale for another day... Today I wish to tell the take of Sink Spider.

When returning from vacation I found my apartment in the shape I left it in. Boxes in the corner full of things that need to be sent home, carpet perpetually creased in one corner where I can't seem to get the wrinkles out and bed still nicely folded up and away to keep it from getting moldy. But when I went to investigate the bathroom I found something amiss. Instead of nothing in the sink, as I had left it, there was Something. Specifically there was a spider and a nice little spider web which he had somehow managed to build in the sink... not across the sink, not above the sink but IN the sink.

I should make it clear that I don't kill spiders. I consider them to be helpful, since they eat the things that eat me (mosquitoes!), but that doesn't mean I want them on me etc. So I tried to wash him away. Sounds like death... but the sewers here are not really sewers in the traditional sense so he can crawl out and away outside. Sadly, the spider was smarter than anticipated. He crawled up the web and into the handle of my faucet... where he has been successfully living for the past 4 days. It's a hollow thing, like an upside down cup that turns the water on and off at my bathroom sink, so it's not exactly easy to get up under there and remove him. Every so often I will see him dangling from a thread for just a moment when I walk in the room before he retreats again.

Thus ends the somewhat stupid tale of Sink Spider and begins my epic journey to somehow get the spider out of my sink so I don't have to freak out every time I turn the water off or on.