There’s a daddy longlegs under the sink in my bathroom. Most people would have long ago squished, sprayed, or vacuumed it up—or taken it outside into the yard. I haven’t found it in me to do any of those things. So I watch. Like a gymnast, he twirls, stretches, wanders around in about a six-inch area. I’ve never seen him leave his little haven. I don’t know how he can survive. I don’t know what he eats. But I consider him my own personal “Nature Channel.” He is fascinating. He’s not harming me or anyone else. I can clean around him with impunity and expect him to respect my need for minimal order in my bathroom. Wikepedia tells me that these creatures—also known as harvestmen--are not spiders, but an order of arachnids (which I thought meant “spider”) that has been known to exist for 410 million years. Evidently, people have been letting their daddy longlegs sit under their sinks for millennia.