I had told my roommate this story.
There was a daddy long legs in the bath tub. I'd noticed it about 3 to 4 times, and knew I wanted to save it before it got washed away but kept forgetting.
On one occasion I washed something in the tub, and noticed I started to flood the spider. I said shit, started a little panic, and got it out of the water somehow. I don't remember. In the process, I think I broke off one leg, because I only counted 7 as I watched it on the ledge of the tub. I touched it, and it was moving, but seemed shocked, wet, and maybe dying. I kept touching it a little, and it could move, but I thought it would die. I then took it off the tub, and put it in an empty toilet paper roll. I left it there.
I kept looking back at it, and it was still there for about 3 times. Then the next morning came, and it was gone. I looked all over the bathroom walls and corners and no spider. At least that was a good sign that it moved on and was alive. So, today, I see it in the corner, alive and hanging upside down with 7 legs. Yay!
I told my roommate as I was proud. He said I should've just let nature take its course and let it drown. He said what business of mine was it. I said, what business of yours was it to comment. I never asked for your stupid comment. Then I said, if you're drowning, I'll just watch.