Posted by sean on December 11, 2014 at 2:57 pm in Spiders, Work Activities with No Comments

While finishing my lunch, I was startled to hear a series of petrified screams from down the corridor. This could surely be one of two things – either the ghost of Fred West had escaped from Hell and was trying to murder someone with a rusty breadknife, or a spider had been found.

It was the latter. We are moving location. Therefore everything in our old building is being placed into boxes or the bin. Considering the current building has been used by us for a decade and is falling apart, it is somewhat messy and a haven for spiders.

Look at this beauty that was caught. Luckily it was detained using a large glass and a mouse mat, while we waited for security to arrive.

I had a fortunate escape. This spider was found on a blanket, hung up on a coat rack – right next to where I keep my own coat and scarf!

I am sure there are many more spiders like this in our building, still to be found. Hopefully I won’t stumble across any, or I’ll need to go home early to change my underwear.

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