maybe later

There's a spider in my house.
It is hanging out, or more accurately, hanging under a shelf.
When I sounded the alarm, my mother wisely pointed out that at least I know where it is. (as opposed to the other spiders that may be lurking in the shadows I suppose) Such are the comforting words of the practically minded.  It is the sort of comfort my mother has been doling out all of my life. Sometimes it actually helps. 
My garden is the right place for this spontaneous spider but when I peered at him I got the impression that he was happy where he was.
Body language says so much.
Sometimes it says Tarantula, but fortunately, this time it just says Maybe Later.