Pull back shower curtain and see biggest spider cricket I've ever seen.
It jumps.
I jump back, close the curtain, ascertain it is not on my person.
Get paper towel from cleaning supplies in bathroom closet.
Open curtain, attempt to kill spider.
Miss.
Jump back, close curtain.
Try again.
Miss.
Give up, go down hallway to get reinforcement.
Usually valiant husband sleepily gives some strategies, "Try turning on shower to wet it down..."
I think I see a slight smile on his face.
Go back to bathroom, take deep breath, try again.
Only manage to injure cricket. That's worse. It keeps jumping. I consider gagging.
One last try. Succeed in catching/killing cricket. I do gag.
But I won. I'm not a fan of spider crickets, can you tell?