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!