oh the little fucker could have gone back to his family if he hadn't come so close to me. Like I said I was leaving him alone while he was on the back of my desk but when the fucker came around over my phone and squared off at me in front of my monitor right above my keyboard where my hands were then that was the end of his pathetic furry creepy little life. As for scooping him into a paper bag that might have been a possibility if the little fucker hadn't zeroed in on anything that moved and rared back his fangs or legs or whatever like he was about to attack. That was when the shoe came crashing down on him. I didn't really give a damn if I smashed the keyboard or what. Hey Amp maybe we should start a new reality site. If your spider dance was half as funny as what mine probably looked like we could make a killing.
