Recently, when correcting speech paper or entering speech feedback data from student forms, I’ve not been alone. When working past midnight, I have a new lady in my life.
No, she’s no competition for Audrey. In fact, she has eight legs, a rather mean looking face (I’ve seen it) and, probably, a taste for blood. Just not human blood, since my new late-night companion is a spider.
I was paranoid for a while, thinking she was something serious, like possibly a black widow, but a few minutes of Google image searching quickly proved that is just not so.
Black widows are mostly outdoor dwelling web spiders that don’t move around a lot. She, on the other hand, is definitely a hunter. Active at night in the office, frequently on the desk.
When she gets too close, I dispatch her with a puff of air. It moves her without seeming to hurt her, which is fine.
Why not just get rid of my office mate? Because if she’s not a brown recluse (of course not, don’t meant to insult you, you’re not even brown) or a black widow (nope, wrong body, wrong habitat, scary red marking is completely the wrong shape, not a long-legged spider, either, as black widows are) then why bother? She’s living on something.
As long as she’s well behaved, I’d rather wish her a long, healthy, bug-eating life. And, since she’s a rover and a hunter, having her around certainly keeps me more awake!