This morning at work, as I was in the middle of munching on a bagel, my coworker shakily and quietly called out my name. "Huh?" She just looked at me, as if beckoning for assistance.
"Oh, no, don't tell me... A bug!" She nodded and pointed. I got up out of my chair and slowly circled around the desk, expecting something awful. Yep, there on the lamp - a big ugly spider perched. Well, we discussed the best way to eliminate it for a few moments. She thought of getting a book, but before she could, I had taken off a sandal and was poising for the strike.
That was that. After that it was back to business as usual, though I occasionally turned to make sure that the brushing I felt against my elbow was just the air blowing. I would feel better if I had Sting at my side! Not that I want to see spiders that big, but, you know what I mean.