Last week, I was using the restroom at work. It is a spacious facility. I walked in and came upon a menacing black spider on the ground who looked like it would jump right up on me at any moment. I hesitated, thought about killing it, and decided that I would live and let live, etc. But I spoke with him and said I would leave him alone if he left *me* alone.

I walked to a stall very far from the spider.

I closed the door. I sat on the toilet.

Not moments later do I see the black spider emerge from beneath the stall door and head directly for me. This spider was wasting no time. "I thought we had an understanding!!!" I said out loud. (I was the only one in the bathroom). With very little time to think before the dreaded arachnid was to be upon my toes, I grabbed a piece of toilet paper, covered the spider with it and stomped very hard. "you left me no choice", i said regretfully.

There are some places that big black scary hairy spiders should just not be--especially when they have hate in their eyes and are intent on molesting poor dreamworks employees when they are at their most vulnerable.

Below is my artist's rendition of the creature. Look upon it, and know my fear.