I’m sorry Mr. Spider that I could not let you be, put you outside where you belong, or kill you quickly. I’m not that brave. All I could do was stand at the door and spray you with enough chemicals that you stopped moving and curled up. I know you were just doing your spider thing and minding your own business, but you were in my shower and I had to be able to walk into my bathroom. showers and brushed teeth are necessary for people. If it makes you feel any better up there, wherever spiders go when they die, I cried while I did it and feel rather like a horrible person for killing another creature.