Monday at work.
I had to go to the bathroom, so I walked over to the men’s room on the 3rd floor.
I walked up to the urinal, unzipped, and started to do my business at the urinal.
I looked down, and saw that a spider was in the urinal, avoiding my pee, but when I stepped away, the spider got caught in the auto flush and disappeared under the splash guard.
Sorry for killing you, spider, I thought to myself.
After zipping up, I walked over to the sink to wash my hands, dried them, left the bathroom and went about my way.
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Later, my old man bladder had me up and going to the bathroom again.
I walked to the bathroom, went to the same urinal, unzipped and began to do my business again.
This time, however, I saw that I had actually hit the spider with my pee! Oh no, I thought to myself.
The auto flush again took him under the splash guard, and I was sure that he was dead this time.
Again I zipped up, washed my hands, dried them, and walked out of the bathroom to continue my work day.
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Before leaving for the day I went to the bathroom for a third time, only this time I checked the urinal before doing my business.
Sure enough, the spider was still there.
I figured he had had enough, so I grabbed some paper towels, folded them over and poked at the spider with it, and it grabbed the towels!
I quickly brought him over to the trash bin and tossed the towels and the spider inside.
Be free little guy, I thought to myself, you’ve endured enough today!
I then relieved myself as I had earlier in the day.
I left work feeling good that I rescued a spider.
I hope he’s still out there, thriving.