A tiny black round spider.....and Sufi sensibilities....

...So, we must have a dozen species here at the Vierk mansions. I"ve seen these sorts before, and unlike the larger beasties, what makes them so small are the short legs, VERY short. So more empathic, a little guy couldn't be. But I digress. Well, she was in the sink, among dishes, and looked a lot like an odd piece of goopy dark chocolate cake. The kind I routinely stuff my, hmmmm, was it, the pie hole, with? But, when I looked closer, she moved, trying to escape. To the extent possible, I try my best to rescue all critters, as with our good friends, the spiders, and I then place them outside. Once I stopped the car with the family on board, to place an enormous snapper, which seemed confused on a country road, back into an adjacent pond. Trust me, with those formidable scratching limb nails, and that long neck and beak, there is only one safe sweet spot on the shell to grab onto. Well, back to topic. Usually I try to catch the larger spiders, by gently picking them up with soft brand name tissue, (anathema to Bernie), and to then shake them outside. Of course they probably all sneak back in, but there you have it. I've noticed that sometimes, these smaller ones seem to get squeezed too much with grease monkey/guitar player hands. So this morning, feeling inspired, I tried to catch her with a deep spoon. and I did, thinking all the easier to flick her away into her jungle, our garden. But these suckers have all sorts of survival tricks, and one is the sneaky spider jump. In her case, right out of the ladle, and into the, oy weh, drain. Tried in vain to get her back in, as during helo rescues, in another life. But no, she was gone, and the design of the drain rim stop was such, that even a little spider man couldn't climb out. Not the end of the world, at least my world. But I felt bad.