So there I was, minding my own business. I had just completed a site survey of a parcel of land that had come up for sale, and was in need of a valuation. I was happily at my desk, looking over the boundaries when all of a sudden, an 8-legged spider from the nightmares of Darwin, decided to makes its presence known by descending on its web, right in front of my face.
I screamed in a less than manly fashion, and pushed myself away from the desk with my legs, rolling backwards across the office to find myself against the adjacent wall, next to large red fire extinguisher.
I grabbed the fire extinguisher, pulled the pin, and let ‘er rip! Blasting everything in the general direction of the spider’s last known location, all while doing a Rambo style scream of “DIE!!” as if firing an M-16.
This was done, mind you, in front of the other staff who were completely perplexed at this spectacle…. After exhausting a good portion of the extinguisher, and completely redistributing all of the paperwork on my desk that was raining down around the office, one of the secretaries came up to me.
“What the hell happened?!” She asked.
“A Spider… I hate those things…” I responded still gripping firm my red weapon ready for any signs of movement.
She proceeds to move over to my desk, and finds the remains of this tiny, itty bitty little spider, that barely fit on the tip of her pen, and asked, “Is this the culprit?”
“Well… it looked bigger when I couldn’t see it…” I replied, ready with opened hand motions to explain how big I imagined it really was.
“Don’t worry,” she said, “I don’t think you did any real damage, I’m sure the poor thing died laughing…”
The whole office erupted in laughter!