Where I work at, we have been storing some boxes for a non profit. The other day the new manager for the non profit showed up to claim his boxes. These were kind of bulkey, so we used a hand truck, and it was a two man operation to load the box and tilt it back. On the seconed to the last box, we revealed a giant spider, no kidding, this bastage was the grand daddy of every spider it the place. To cover him wit aa average coffee cup would have been to put its feet in harms way. I was about to say something when the other guy, a bookish, mid 40s geek type, hitched a breath and jumped back about 8 feet. Concealing my grin, I said nothing and helped him load the box. On the way back for the last box he asked me "Ahhh, if we see that thing, should we kill it?" I shook my head, "Naw, he will eat the mice." As his eyes grew even larger he, in a quivering voice said " It ..eats... mice?" I replied "Well, you have not seen any of those, have you?" Funny thing is, he still has not been back for that last box.
That's great. One year, my dad was going to come up from Georgia to visit my family. We were going to go camping, so I bought him this all-in-one camping box (tent, sleeping bag, chairs). Well, he never came up, so the box stayed in my garage, and I decided I would give it to my brother and his new wife for Christmas. Christmas Eve, we're at my parents' house, and I find out that my brother (who lives in Aberdeen) is on the way, and that will be the only time I see him. I zip back to my house, grab the giant box from my garage, bring it into my house, wrap it really quick, and take it to back to my parents' house before he arrives. When it's time to open gifts, he wants to go first and open mine because it's huge. 2 seconds into the process, he jumps back, screams, then runs to the other side of the house, yelling at me the whole time. Apparently a giant spider from my garage had been on the box the whole time, and I had wrapped it up inside the wrapping paper without even noticing. Best. Christmas. Ever.
I'm expecting a follow-up post, where you say that only part of this is true. There was no other person. And the spider was really an ant. And there was no Non-profit organization. It was really just you, at work, and an ant was on a paper box. (Hi Mags!!)
I like spiders. Good for the garden. If one gets into my house I pick it up with a paper towel and bring it outside. Unless my cats get to her first, in which case she becomes a snack. I'm not being sexist by saying she. Male spiders, despite Hollywood, are microscopic creatures who don't make webs and who mainly just want to get laid without getting their head bitten off, literally, by the vastly larger female. If you see a spider, it's a she.
Spiders don't bother me. You can step on them. Its the snakes that bother me. Particularly of the one-eyed variety.
[video=youtube;FpvWZOvzums]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FpvWZOvzums[/video] Oh Oooh yeah Ah Ziggy played guitar, jamming good with Weird and Gilly, and the spiders from Mars. He played it left hand But made it too far Became the special man, then we were Ziggy's band now Ziggy really sang, screwed up eyes and screwed down hairdo Like some cat from Japan,aww he could lick 'em by smiling He could leave 'em to hang 'came on so loaded man, well hung and snow white tan. So where were the spiders, while the fly tried to break our balls With just the beer light to guide us, So we bitched about his fans and should we crush his sweet hands? Oh Ooh oh Ziggy played for time, jiving us that we were voodoo The kid was just crass, he was the nazz With God given ass aww He took it all too far but boy could he play guitar Making love with his ego Ziggy sucked up into his mind Like a leper messiah When the kids had killed the man I had to break up the band. Oh yeah Ooooooo Ziggy playyyyed guitaarrrrrr
