Yesterday when I came out to the desk for my evening shift, there was the cutest little spider! It’s no bigger than my pinky nail and it’s black with little white… arm things or mouth parts or whatever, which it waves around in a very adorable manner. It’s very fast, and it jumps like crazy. So I knew we had to keep Spider-chan a secret, because the middle aged ladies I work with at night do not, NOT, tolerate little creatures. Especially let’s-call-her Mary. Mary once took a decade off my life with the noise she emitted when she found a little bug crawling on her. Stay over here, little fellow!
Well, the little moron decided that more than anything in the world he wanted to go hang out with Mary. So we had screams. And when I rushed to his aid (seriously, the spider’s here to eat something - you’d rather have the something?) you’d have thought I grew another head and at least six tails. So I moved him back to my side of the desk, because he’s too quick and too jumpy to transplant to a safe place elsewhere. “OOOH, THAT SPIDER GONNA BITE YOU!!!” The spider, remember, is about a centimeter long. If that. A more innocuous arachnid you cannot possibly imagine.
And he keeps scuttling over there! So my other assistant “Carol” says, “Maybe it’s a she and her babies are over there!” I don’t think she said it maliciously. But damn, was the look on Mary’s face funny.
So finally I flicked Spider-chan off the desk towards the newspapers. Figured it wouldn’t hurt him and it would shut Mary up, right?
Well, this morning who’s waiting to greet me on the space bar of my computer? Yeah, Mary was thrilled about that one… and then she shrieks, “OH MY GOD THERE BE BUGS ALL OVER THIS PLACE!” And I think Carol was right, because what she’s pointing at is very, very small, and very, very fast, and moves very, very much like my little buddy.
So, cigars and champagne?
Even as we speak I can hear Mary telling the people at another desk how weird I am and that “she act like that nasty thing her pet or something!” Oh, well.