Spider, MAN! 

There I was on a quite Thursday night enjoying an evening of R&R here at Rumbear Manor. Sitting in my real attorney chair, french doors open on a balmy night and watching whatever on the big screen....ahh how tranquil.

Out of my peripheral vision me spots a black blur on the floor proceed thru said french doors and approaching my left foot. A wayward mouse perhaps. I focused my rum glazed eyes and .....

Holy Mother of All That Is Valued! A Fricking Tarantula!  WTH?!! 

and then, suddenly, it died.

Copious amounts of the sweet nectar of Sailor Jerry was required to calm my nerves...

The end.

(I hate spiders)