When I get to work I open the window for fresh air and hang my suit jacket from the back of my office chair. When I leave the office to go someplace – out to lunch, to the WC or to another office, I pick up my jacket, put it on and go on about my business.
Only today when I picked up the jacket to put it on, a big honking black/grey spider was crawling around on it. It was not only big, it was extremely fast, which is nearly as bad as “big” in terms of spider threat. My first thought was, This explains the crawly, itchy sensations I had around my head and neck on the way to work today, and the odd, worse-than-a-mosquito-bite-and-itchy-in-a-different-way things on my hand. Then I held the jacket over by a pile of documents and herded the spider off with some sheaf of papers and he disappeared. He, or she.
Oooh, maybe it was a she and she laid a nest of eggs in my jacket!
Anyway, I was hesitant to put the jacket on after that interlude. In fact, I just went to the john, then returned to my desk and remained here without going out to lunch at all.
Later on, I was filing documents and picked up a stack and the fucker – whom I’d completely forgotten – crawled out and darted into another stack, triggering severe chest pains in yours truly.
One bad thing about this suit is it’s nearly black, roughly spider-grey in color. Great hiding place for arachnids…
To be continued?
I try not to kill spiders, because I’m afraid their relatives will take revenge. And that’s a big family, man.
I’ve woken up to find spiders snuggling next to my belly. Have I mentioned that I’m a bigtime arachnophobe? I’m amazed my heart is still functioning.
Catch it and send it to Pat! He likes spiders!
that’s the same thing i thought of. “Pat would like this one. And Jessica.”
mig is right about the revenge
what happens when you squash bugs: http://asmallvictory.net/oldshit/000769.html
yep, true about them having a big family, they will come for ya…great, thanks, now I am itching!
spiders are *not* our friends. unless we are the weird sort who prefer the companionship of creepy, venemous things. certainly they are interesting, in a terrifying way. but that’s it. not friends.
Holy shit Mig!! Ihey’d have had to scrape me off the ceiling!!! I too try not to kill them, partly because I can’t even bear to get close enough to them to kill them anyway, but I think they do a useful job too. I nearly had heart failure at work one day when I caught a movement out of the corner of my eyes and thought “Shit! I thought that was a spider”, then I realised it was a spider – a great big hairy bugger. The chap sat opposite almost passed out at the thought of removing it, you could see all the blood draining from his head. Thankfully there was another chap around who doesn’t mind them so he picked it up and threw it out the window. From the sounds of it, it headed straight for Austria in a huff! ;)