My sweetheart knows that spiders induce me to a full-blown panic attack. If an itsy bitsy spider is on a water spout, I am nowhere near said water spout. I am running away from the water spout at full speed, screaming and hyperventilating. In fact, I try to avoid water spouts altogether.
He just texted me this picture.
It’s difficult to judge the scale, but I’m estimating it to be the size of a Yorkshire Terrier.
Now it takes me several minutes of mental preparation and deep breathing to touch my phone.