have found in my office last night:
a small child with a dirty diaper
a sizable snake
an IRS agent
a feral cat
or even the corpse of this thing:
What I did find was the actual living version of it. And I just walked away.
Because I don't handle any spiders well.
Because this one was the size of my hand.
Because I wanted to appear to be a cool collected youth minister in front of the other person in my office who left as soon as she saw the sucker.
Because I'm a chicken.
Walking away did solve the problem for yesterday but definitely didn't help today!
The only way this could be worse is if it was a Zombie Spider, that's a spider who has been killed & then comes back to a live a sad, scurrying, shadow of its past life scaring the bejebus out of me.
AHHHH! Is it on me? I feel it on me!
I also compounded the problem greatly by looking spider images & therefore seeing horrible images of spider bites.
I should have whacked the sucker when I had the chance. Now I have no idea where it is!