I looooove bubble baths and Lush's Tramp is my number one bubble bath. Makes me feel like a woodland creature (if they took baths). The only other source of bubbles that has come close is Lush's Blue Skies bubble bar, but I tend to have an aversion to the sweetness that pervades the Lush bath products, so Blue Skies isn't nearly as good as Tramp. I also love spiders (though I don't really want to touch them) and am constantly scooping them up and tossing them outside. It's funny that you mentioned the spider in the bath, because I keep my bath pillow up on a shelf and one time there was obviously a spider lounging about on it, because I plopped it in the tub and there was this poor spider floating on the water. I think I more or less rescued him, but since I don't know the long term effects of bubble bath exposure on arachnids, I can't say for sure.

I used to love baths when I lived in an apartment that had a huge beautiful clawfoot tub in it. Since then I've lived in places with stupid stubby bathtubs, and I'm totally uninterested in that kind of bath. I used to fill the bath with just slightly warmer than body temperature water, hook my arms over the side so I wouldn't drown, and take naps in the bath.

As for spiders, I am quite frightened of them. The little grey house spiders don't freak me out too much, but anything more exotic than that? No way. I will be cowering, petrified in the complete opposite end of the apartment screaming to Rusty to take care of it. But I don't let him kill them since it's bad luck.

I have a freaked out/intrigued by response to spiders. I'll watch them for hours from a safe distance. It's the flying cockroaches that make me shriek, flail, and go into a berzerker rage.

And I've recently gotten into bubble baths with the LUSH bubble bar slices. Mostly hot toddy and ruby red slippers. There's something sort of wicked about bathing in reddish water.

We are contemplating a garden tub for two in the second bathroom of our soon-to-be house. The Mister takes baths almost as often as I, only his are usually more for muscle therapy purposes. But with a tub large enough for both of us.... well, maybe he could swing a little recreational use too.

It's the flying cockroaches that make me shriek, flail, and go into a berzerker rage.

 

Agreed. My equanimity flies out the window with flying cockroaches. Ugh.

A leeeetle tub for two??? I think you have your priorities in excellent order!!!!