So one of the ladies at work just came up to me, obviously freaked out, and asked if I was any good with spiders. I was like, "Not really," but when she told me there was a great big one in the stairwell, I got a stack of paper towels and valiantly descended to the exit in order to brush the thing out. It sure was big; not a Hunstman but something of similar size, maybe a Wolf spider, neither of which are particularly dangerous (just huge and hairy).

Bolstered in confidence by the arrival of some other guys, we tried to harry the spider outside. It was somewhat reluctant to go but in the end, with me holding open the door, we flicked it outside…

… where it promptly vanished.

Up the leg of my pants.

No I am not kidding. I have wide-legged pants so I couldn't feel it, and thus had no idea where it was other than 'vanished'. I think I was pretty brave, considering; rolling up the leg until I saw, well, legs, and standing still while it got brushed off for me.

So that was my excitement for the day. I think after that ordeal I deserve a Cornetto from the drinks fridge…

In less arachnocentric news, those of you who read this via LJ will notice that the links from my del.icio.us account are now getting pumped out once a day thanks to the wonder of Delicious Glue. Rejoyce!

Also: Pownce. You know you want to.

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