Seven. Yes, seven!
Far too many to pick up and hold in my hand, so instead I scooped them into a plastic glass turning it upside down onto a saucer.
Seven soft grey brown bodies, fourteen staring black stalk eyes, fifty–six legs, and two hundred and twenty-four joints in those legs; tumbling over one another in a pointless attempt to escape.
Spiders. The clean kind, the ones that come in from the outside and wait in the bath for us to arrive, creeping up the pipes and out of the plughole.
Why do they do it?
After photographing them I set them free outside. But they’ll be back.
I wonder how many we’ll find next week.