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Boing.
A little spider about the size of my pinky nail just crawled out(?) of my keyboard. That's fine, spiders are friends, it can help eat the hellspawn mosquitos that torture me so. I leave it alone.
Then it jumps about two inches to the back of the chair that the laptop was placed on. Gah? I examine it closer to make sure it's not actually a baby cricket. Nope, I see it gnashing its pincers, as if pleased at itself and its eight little jumpy legs. It hops around a little more between the slats of the chair and scuttles out of sight.
I know there are jumping spiders, but I was under the impression they were like huge venomous ones that eat birds or something...
Then it jumps about two inches to the back of the chair that the laptop was placed on. Gah? I examine it closer to make sure it's not actually a baby cricket. Nope, I see it gnashing its pincers, as if pleased at itself and its eight little jumpy legs. It hops around a little more between the slats of the chair and scuttles out of sight.
I know there are jumping spiders, but I was under the impression they were like huge venomous ones that eat birds or something...
Re: A story.
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