I’m not particular afraid of spiders but I admit that theycreep me out. Spiders have their placein this world and I appreciate very much the job they do. That being said, they do not . . . I repeat .. . do not belong on my desk at work or, in fact, any place that I might comein actually physical contact with them.
It is my boss’s assigned task to dispose of said creepycrawlers by whatever means necessary whether by shooing them outside or stompingon them. I don’t care, just make them begone.
So, several days ago there just so happened to be a spider .. . a rather large spider, indeed. . . that somehow made his way onto my desk. My boss wasn’t around in my moment of need soI promptly put a cup on top of it until such a time that he could be properlygotten rid of.
Well, that was a Thursday. The spider was contained under the cup that night, Friday over theweekend . . . as a matter of fact I forgot all about the hair-raising critteruntil a full week later when I was abruptly reminded of its presence.
You see, I was straightening up my desk and moved the cup thathad kept it captive without the slightest thought. A few minutes later I saw the little creaturescurrying across my desk. I called myboss who duteously came hither to rescue me. I handed him a paper towel and he went to work. When he attempted to squish the spider it dartedunder my keyboard. My boss cautiouslylifted the keyboard.
He thought he wasready for it but the thing made a mad dash for safety . . . the spider took aflying leap off my desk to the floor . . . or worse into my bag. We don’t know where he went but now I wasthoroughly cootied up.
I vowed to keep a sharp eye out for the beast and my bosspromised to rush back at the first sign of him.
Shortly thereafter a co-worker was dropping off somepaperwork to me and spotted it. Shepromptly smooshed it under her shoe. Crisis averted and the day was saved.