So I show up for work one morning and see the other lab tech doing work in the lab, so I drop my stuff in the tech office and head in to talk to her. She’s busy doing a maxi prep and says, in passing, “can you check under counter (in one of the corners) this huge spider just ran over there a few moments ago.” Now I freak out, I hate spiders!!! I hate anything large and black with more than 4 legs to be honest. Apparently this thing, the size of a dollar bill folded in half ran over her feet and took off for the dark corner. So I check under there and see nothing, but I’m not giving up, no no. Those damn spiders I swear can open a gateway into another universe to hide. So I grab a spray bottle of 70% ethanol (for disinfecting and decontamination) and squirt a few rounds into the dark corner. Nothing comes rushing out. maybe, just maybe we’re ok.
About 2 min later (I haven’ttaken my eyes off that corner) this huge freaking spider shoots out. I can hear its legs striking the floor. Gah. So I do what anyone would do. I open fire with the ethanol. That stops him.
Unfortuntatly I have to keep him covered for 45 min because I’m not leaving until I see the spider dead and my co-worker can’t stop her experiment. Finally she finished and got someone in another lab to escort the spider through security.
This tale, fortunately, is not mine, but I feel obligated to share. A friend woke up one morning bleary-eyed and basically obliterated from the previous night’s revelries. He managed to gather himself together and shuffle to the bathroom, to begin his morning ablutions. Half-asleep, he grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste and began brushing away, hoping the minty methol of the paste would take away the pain in his head along with the musty old whiskey taste in his mouth. He raised his head to look at himself in the mirror, and tried to smile. Hmmm . . . what’s this? Something black, in the frothy white toothpaste foam? He spat into the sink, and saw more black bits. Confused, and becoming more revolted by the second, he looked at his toothbrush, his hand shaking in fear. On the toothbrush, nay, embedded In its bristles, were the remains of a rather large cockroach.
I remember as a kid waking up early one morning and needing a snack for Saturday morning cartoons I went into the kitchen and grabbed a handful of maltballs - as you do as a kid… It was dark and I just tossed them in my mouth without a second thought… wrong thing to do. They were a bit soft and chewy. I thought that perhaps they had gone soggy overnight having set out open on the counter. Oh well… right? NOPE… I switched on the kitchen light and saw that my hand was covered in ants… The box of maltballs was SWARMING with ants and I had just eaten a huge handful… :eek:
Needless to say I quickly decorated the carpet with… well… eeeww… just eeww… (and got butt spanked for doing both may I add)
After reading this, brondicon, my first gut reaction was to go: “EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!” My brother wanted to know what was so gross, so I told him to read this. Just glancing at it was enough for him! (granted, he was on his way out to catch a bus, but that was pretty gross)
My uncle rebuilds WWII half tracks and tanks (don’t ask) he lives in the south west.
One of those hadn’t been opened in a long time… and critters had collected in it. So my cousin jumps down in there to hide (dunno what we were doing) then jumps back out, screaming. Covered in all sorts of bugs that liked living in side the tank.