Posted by sean on August 7, 2007 at 9:11 pm in Spiders, TBA with No Comments

I came into contact with three spiders today – not nice at all.

The first was found early this morning when I was moving an item of clothing. I am not ashamed to admit that I let out a pitiful, high pitched scream and threw the garment across the room. The spider ran off in a panic, but it’s escape, and life, were thwarted by the sole of my shoe.

On my arrival to work, my “Spider Sensors” were also tingling when someone brought around a beast they had caught in a glass. All I saw were the big, black hairy legs, and I felt like vomiting. I ran away to hide and did not return until it had been released far, far away from the office.

My final encounter was the most close, but luckily the least scary. I found a spider crawling on my shirt! If this were to happen with any normal spider, I would have emptied the contents of my bowels and fainted with fear – luckily this spider was only a baby. I removed it from my clothing, and even let him live. I hope he remembers this when he’s a big legged bastard, and doesn’t come after me while hunting!

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