I get to work today, and a couple of the gals are standing outside, eyeballing the front door. They already have the shivers, standing on one foot, etc. Spider by the door. Big one. Can't go in today...
Here's the aftermath. I love nature as much as anyone, but that bugger had to go. The show has to go on. I'm a hero with the ladies, not-so-much with the arachnid ladies.
(if you look close, that bugger apparently had about 19 legs)(it was big enough for a LOT of juice to come out when I kilt it)
The gal who had the heebie jeebies the worst? I asked her if I could use her garbage can. I got the funniest look..