I go into a small bathroom at work, sit down and start taking care of business. I look up and there on the wall across from me in all it's glory is a spider about the size of a 50 cent piece (w/ legs). He wasn't even three feet from me. Well let me tell you, that got my attention real quick.
I started talking to the spider (seriously, I did) telling it if he stays where he's at I'll finish up and leave him be. I didn't want to have to get close enough to kit it - not even with my shoe because that would have left spider guts on the wall and I wasn't going to get close enough to clean up that either.
Now I'm standing at the sink, the side of the sink mind you, I am not about to turn my back on him. Who knows, he could become a ninja spider and attack me when I'm not looking, you know how spiders can be. I put my hands under the water and at the same time thought I felt something on my arm. Yes, I am now screaming in the bathroom and no there was nothing on my arm. Just my imagination taking off with me.....sure felt real.
I proceed to get a coworker to take care of the eight legged problem. Now we have three people standing around this small bathroom. One person is in the bathroom looking for the spider. She's going to save it and take it outside. Another person is standing outside the bathroom armed with a fly swatter and this women knows how to use her fly swatter.
Great - spider can't be found, the thing can't move that fast. Then lady with the fly swatter yells, "there it is" and jumps back. Me, the brave soul that I am, starts pushing her elbow from behind saying, "kill it, kill it". Yes, spider in conversing with his maker as I write this.
Crisis averted, I know spiders have a place in this world, but NOT in the bathroom, especially when I'm in there.