FURRY BANDIT
The warm water flowed over my naked body and swirled down the drain. A spider scurried up my leg evading the whirlpool. “Get him off!” I swiped and he landed over on the wall, plastered with wet stickiness. I began to relax again keeping one eye on the creepy little bandit. His leg lifted and began to rub across another leg, then across his entire body. He seemed to sit back moving his front legs across his face in a swiping motion. “He thinks he’s a cat.” And I laughed as I watched him climb over the wall to safety.
