Yesterday evening, I saw a huge spider in my bathroom. I'm talking I've-never-seen-the-like-outside-of-discovery/national-geographic-channel huge. It wasn't the size of a tarantulla, thank God, else I'd have screamed and ran as far as my two legs can carry me. But it was big enough. And not your average house spider, either.

It was brown, with it's main body about an inch long, maybe. I have no idea how it came to be in my bathroom, just sticking the wall, but the really weird thing about it that caught my attention (once I got over it's size and existence in my bathroom), was it's legs. Spiders have 8 legs, right? Which is why they've got their own category, arachnids, rather than grouped with the rest of the insect family. This particular spider had 3 legs. Yes, I counted 'em, 3 huge ones that are possible an inch and a half long. And only on one side. I had no idea how this spider went about its business, walking and spouting off webs and stuff with just 3 one-sided legs. I was about to stare at it (the scientist in me can't resist), but really, the sight of a huge spider in my bathroom just freaked the hell outta me. I stared, noticed the 3 one-sided legs, ascertained that there were no legs on the other side then smacked the hell out of it with my slipper.

Of course, afterwards, I began to wonder 3 things: (1) if spiders can grow their limbs even after they've been cut off, (2) how in heaven's name can a spider lose all legs on one side and have only 3 left on the other, and lastly, (3) how and what in heaven's name was that particular spider doing in my bathroom? That spider sure led an interesting life.