I was about to plug in the charger for my tablet when I saw this guy hanging around the power strip. At that point I decided a dead battery wasn’t that big a deal. No, I didn’t kill it, because apparently in Congo spiders are supposed to be our friends because they eat the bugs that are more dangerous than the spiders. Plus, if I missed he looked fast enough to get me before I could make another swing. I wouldn’t say the spider and I became friends that day, but we maintained an uneasy coexistence. At least for me it was uneasy. For him (or her, I can’t tell) it was just another day hanging out at the power strip freaking out the American.
Continuing on the arachnid theme, here’s the e-mail I sent home after my shower that day: “I recommend not looking up when showering in Congo. I counted six spiders this morning. None were very big and they seemed more interested in the bugs than in me.”