i believe i've come to an agreement with the spider in my bathroom. he won't rear his little brown..head and crawl about while i'm in there, i won't throw him in the sink. he won't build webs on whatever personal items i leave out (most recently it was the mouthwash bottle), and i won't rudely knock his dinner (filet a fly carcass) out of the web so he has to go get it off the floor. it's a nice arrangement.
driving home from work with don mclean's "american pie" (thankfully) barely audible, my father reminded me of how my first driving lesson involved a lack of power steering fluid, running over a curb uptown and blowing a tire. it's decidedly much funnier to him now than it was then.