As I read Sherry's post today I was reminded of an incident at work yesterday. I work in the basement, practically alone. I like it that way. Everyone else is upstairs, where the furniture is much nicer and there are windows. But, honestly, it is so nice having an office down here - away from the noise and drama. Yup, just me . . . and the spiders.
So yesterday morning I picked up a file and a spider scurried away. Actually, "scurry" is really not the word. It practically flew. Ninja spider. Honest. Then it just stood there, on the desk, watching me. Me watching it. It was standing still, yet its legs were moving, and I could see its eyes watching me. Seriously. It was ugly. Very ugly. And the way it moved its front legs reminded me of a crab. Very creepy. I was not going to take my eyes off of it. I didn't want it to get away. I was going to watch it until someone came down to my office . . . no matter how long it took. You see, I spent a week in a hospital after being bit by a spider, so I am not too fond of them. They gross me out. And this one particularly grossed me out, the way it just stood there. Watching me. Creepy.
Finally, after about a ten minute standoff, someone came down. I yelled, "Be careful!! Killer spider!!" I immediately asked him to get rid of (meaning KILL) the spider. He looked at it and said, "wow, it's beautiful!" Beautiful?! Are you crazy?! So, he slipped it under a piece of paper he had in his hand and then walked it out into the hall and let it loose. HE. LET. IT. LOOSE. Right outside my office! Because he thought it was beautiful. Idiot.
And now I have to look over my shoulder because I KNOW it's coming back to get me. Those eyes.