here at the cottage we don’t use the bathtub the primitive septic system couldn’t take it anyway there’s the lake but the faucet drips and little drips add up so we keep the plug in after a few days there’s a couple inches stop reading if you don’t like grossness spiders and bugs fall in drown pale daddy-long-legs splayed in unnatural poses on the bottom occasionally I bail dump the water on the hill a winged beetle long as my thumb was swimming this dawn I ignored it but when it was still swimming five hours later I thought such dogged perseverance should be rewarded cupped my hands under it lifted it out it pinched me hard did I drop it back in once I managed to shake it loose leave it to its watery fate ungrateful wretch no I got a paper towel took it outside let it go I don’t hold grudges