Friday morning David was making his coffee when I noticed a spider hightailing it from the far end of the counter toward the area David was working. I tugged his shirt sleeve to pull him away, to let the spider pass and quietly said "spider!" so the French press wouldn't be launched across the room.
David jumped back and we watched the spider race across the tiles, running toward the backsplash. Then it scurried up over the tea tins and finally scampered above and around the outlet to what appeared to be his home - the nightlight - inside the clear plastic cover. It was like he was caught being out way past curfew and was trying to get home before we noticed.
He settled in and I thought that was kinda neat. A spider living in a lighthouse in my kitchen. Every time I passed by that spot I was glad to see he was still there, safe and warm in his house.
Sunday night I noticed he wasn't home, then spotted him on the ceiling on a walkabout. I watched for a while, wondering where he might be trying to go. Eventually I went back to doing other things and forgot about Steve.
This morning I checked the lighthouse and he's gone. He didn't scamper back when I was making tea. Maybe he found a girlfriend. I kinda miss him.