Resurrection (Updated)

Lately I've seen a big spider hanging out in my bathroom. Not too big, maybe with a legspan of about an inch when in a natural, relaxed position. Sometimes I see her on the wall, or on the sink, and a few times I've found her in my bathtub as I was getting ready to take a shower. Each time I have gently coaxed her onto a paper towel and lifted her up to place her on the window sill, safely out of harm's way. Spiders are so cool, I can't bring myself to kill one.

This morning, I didn't see her anywhere. She wasn't in the tub, so I started up the shower, and went on my usual morning routine. But afterwards, as I was stepping out, I looked down to see something big and brown sitting in the drain trap. Oh no! It was the soggy, lifeless carcass of my spider! She must have slipped into the tub, and faced certain death in the form of a hot, raging, inescapable torrent! "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" I repeated my futile plea over and over, as if it could somehow bring her back to life, alas, to no avail. I scooped up her water-logged body onto a paper-towel, and put it on the counter, hoping that when I came home from work, by some miracle, I'd find that she had crawled off.

But when I returned home in the evening, she was still on the paper towel. I knew it was hopeless--there's no return after you've drowned to death. But as I looked more closely, she seemed different. He legs weren't sprawled out in the awkward position I'd left her, but were in the natural state in which you'd find a healthy, living spider. How could this be? Is that just what happens when a drowned spider corpse dries out? I gave her a tap with my finger, and she started walking! I watched in disbelief--she came back from the dead! "You're alive!" I shouted as I laughed and raised my hands up toward the ceiling. The miracle had happened after all!

I'm really not sure what to make of this, whether this is in fact miraculous, or if these types of spiders are just really tough. I know for sure that I like this spider a lot more than I previously realized. For now on, my little friend, I will be especially mindful of your safety!

UPDATE: Well, the miracle was short-lived. She looked like she had made a complete recovery, but alas, it was not the case. At first, she was very reluctant to walk around, a stark contrast to her previous curious self, who would explore every corner of my bathroom. But then symptoms more ominous appeared: she would stagger as if her coordination was failing, and flex her legs like she was losing control of them. Then she finally flopped over onto her back and folded her legs inward, with only occasional movement. And then, no movement at all. I guess the torrent was more than she could handle.