This is Igor who hangs out in our bathroom. Sometimes s/he falls out of the towel I've just picked up to dry off with. Or out of my nightgown. I figure that the adrenalin rush is probably good for me.
Mostly, though, Igor just lurks . . . ignoring me and waiting for a unwary bug.
Yesterday Igor posed nicely on the scroll that hangs behind the toilet. Perhaps s/he was checking out the Edward Gorey book and the pictures of strange insects.
I've been calling this critter a wolf spider but Google searches have only confused me. Wolf spiders evidently have eight eyes bit I'm seeing only six.
Whatever sort of spider Igor is, s/he's a handsome specimen.