All summer I welcome daddy-long-legs into the bathroom; they
arrive even without a welcome, so why not. This orange-brown one, my companion
for several days now, first hung out in the plastic container I keep combs and hair
products in; then it spent an evening on the sink’s edge, and leg by leg it poled
away when I came in to brush my teeth. Here it’s enjoying a bath towel. It
seems to like exploring the variety of bathroom surfaces and landscapes—like a
European tour, except for spiders. I carefully dried my hands on this towel’s
edge so it could keep its footing. It’s so companionable now that it doesn’t
flee. What does it think of the giant being who enters and brightens the
bathroom (a room with no windows) at intervals, steams it to a comfortable
humidity, and leaves it in peace?
I hear many folks bemoaning the end of summer, but summer lasts until my summer companions are gone.
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