Little Miss Muffett

Today was a relatively mellow day. Don't get me wrong, it was busy and all, lots to do, but uneventful generally. The most exciting part was when the Ticket Girl caught a frog and brought it in. It nearly escaped, which I personally think would have been great fun for all involved. Great fun indeed. But alas, no such luck, as it were.

Today was nothing like to days ago. The day of the spider incident.

Now, it's no secret that I don't like spiders. I think basically everyone around here knows that. However, I was not the one who freaked out.

It was an average day, everything going well, as per usual nothing out of the ordinary. Then it happened. At first I couldn't figure out why my office mate was freaking out. I knew there was some construction going on outside, and I thought it was about that. So needless to say i was a littloe confused about how a bobcat could create such a stir.

And then I saw it. It was the biggest most disgusting spider ever. It was standing on a paper on her bulletin board. that thing was the size of my face, I swear. More accurately it was about a half inch in diametre. But the point is, it was big. I heard a scream that was less than human, and before I realized it was coming out of me, I was out the door. My OM and I spend a good five minutes frozen in fear. We caused such a fuss, that the Ticket Girl came in. Some help she was in the matter. She spent more time laughing at my coke-bottle weapon than she did trying to do anything. When she calmed down a little, she called the Brash Maintenence Guy, and handed the phone over to OM, who only managed a little whimper.

Eventually BMG came to our office. The unfortunate thing was, by now, the spider menace had dropped behind the desk. Not content with working in a spider infested enviroment, OM made the BMG look for the spider. He grabbed a flashlight and started looking. TG, meanwhile had clamoured up onto a chair for a better view. The problem was, this chair happened to be a rolling chair. OM screamed, and I tried to book it out of the room. TG in a panic tried to jump off the chair. The next few moments came directly out of a made-for-tv after-school-special movie. It was amazing. I ran into the chair TG tried to jump from. Simultaneously, the chair rolled out from under her, into my leg, and toppled over. TG fell to the floor, taking with her two chairs and the Volunteer Schedule white board. Laughter ensued. OM was still afraid, and after some coaxing, BMG made sure OM's purse was clear. BMG then brought to our attention that the spider was probably gone. I refused to stay in there, so I gave OM my coke-bottle weapon, and left.

The SM team, by the way, thought this whole thing was rather funny. Good of them, no?

Fifteen minutes later, BMG paraded the slain spider, inside of my coke bottle. It now sits as a trophy on TG's desk. What a day.

On a brighter note, ticket sales have reached 56% of our goal. Hooray! And my office is spider free once more! Hooray!

In a phobic frenzy,
JB