I used to keep a Daddy Long Leg—for lack of a better word—ranch in my bedroom. I couldn’t quite get up the courage to keep tarantulas, but I wasn’t afraid of Daddy Long Legs.
The problem was that each morning I’d wake up, and they’d be gone. They always went to the same place—the shower—I think maybe they were voyeuristic. I would carefully catch them and bring them back to my “ranch.”
My house was old—like those camp cabins in the woods where you stay in the summertime. So there was a lot of dust and such above the shower. There was also a single bulb that used to attract all kinds of bugs and moths during the season.
I was maybe twelve when my parents decided to renovate the bathroom. They made it rather cozy, with decent lighting and standard shower facilities (and no more groty drains in the shower floor). When we moved back into the house after the work was done, my Daddy Long Legs were gone, and they weren’t in the shower, either. Never saw them again.