Attack of the killer......?

Sometimes this shit just writes itself. I was standing next to Lo Lo's desk having a very important non-work related conversation about people and their mooching habits (i.e. eat all of our food and don't EVER contribute). Anyway, important Friday stuff. I was holding a plastic folder in my hand so that if any management types walked by it would very much appear that we were working. So, we're talking and I happen to look down at my shoulder. There, much to my dismay, is a HUGE spider. I'm talking enourmous, the biggest I have ever seen, and it is staring right back at me as if daring me to do something about it's presence. I jump, scream farily loudly and throw the plastic thingy on the floor whilst swatting the monster off of myself. I then notice that it is a piece of string. After Lo Lo peed her pants not once, but twice, the crying and uncontrollable laughter began. Yeah, no way management will buy that we are working now. At least I kicked that string's ass. Kicked it big time.