There's a spider teetering perilously on the edge of my blinds. Not its peril -- mine. As soon as the lights go out I'm sure it will make its way across the window sill and on to my bed to torture my sleep. My theory is it can't move if I'm staring at it. It's going to be a long night.
When printing a document recently, a spider scurried out of the printer along with my resume.
My roommate splashed a rather hairy one down the shower drain the other day and was horrified when it resurfaced, climbing out of the plumbing wet, but alive.
We're being overrun.