The warm water ran down my back, rinsing the shampoo from my hair. I turned and picked up my bottle of conditioner. As I lived it from the shelf an enormous wolf spider fell from the bottle and onto the shower wall. I jumped, then started processing options. Squish it. Bad luck. Rinse it down the drain. Dear God, it could land on me or crawl up my foot.
Then I looked closer. The little guy was slipping on the shower wall, his tiny hairy legs trying to get purchase while his mandibles flexed. He was scared too. I sighed and in my very vulnerable state looked for something to catch him in. Shave gel top? Perfect. I coerced the spider into the lid and once he was firmly captured I opened the shower curtain and flung top and spider into the sink.
Once I was dry and covered, I took Mr. Spider in his lid to the front door and set him outside in the plant. Good luck with the snow tomorrow, and stay out of my bathroom!