Further Proof I'm Not Just Crazy

So I may have mentioned about the Spiders before, maybe once or twice?

And I've told you about how they frequently descend on silken threads from the ceiling next to me, march boldly across my shower curtain rod as I bathe, and appear in strange places all of a sudden? I've told you how they have popped out from the centre of toilet paper rolls, have appeared in my bed with me, and how I once, as I drained the last sip of tea from a cup, uncovered a spider at the bottom of it? Truly, even Misterpie, who generally writes off conspiracy thories as rampant hysteria, has had to admit that I have way more than my fair share of weird spider encounters. So. All that to set the stage. Because yes, they struck again.

I was a tag-along to a playdate today, childless, but coming for the company of lovely blogger moms kgirl, NoMo, and Motherbumper. I came along bearing a goodie, since I brought no actual play pal, and the hospitable kgirl made coffee and had a nice tray of toddler snacks all set out. So nice! We chatted about houses - her house is adorable, and full of the kind of charming details that were nearly all stripped out of ours before we got there. I was the first one there, but she poured me a cup of coffee, we chatted, she performed everything adeptly one-handed with Dove on her hip. It was all just... lovely. I poured milk into the coffee, noted a small something bobbing in my cup. A cake crumb, maybe, I wondered? I fished it out with my finger, dragged it over the edge of the cup. And then I felt it.

A firm, crunchy exoskeleton. Jointed legs curled inwards. A silken thread streaming behind it.

They got me again. And now I have a witness. Kgirl, I fully expect you to back me on any future talk of my weird attraction for spiders, which apparently I can bring with me to any location I happen to grace. Now none of the rest of you will ever invite me over. There goes my social life. Sigh.