I always (for certain values of "always") shake out my garden shoes before I put them on, in case of spiders. Today, I didn't. And something tickled my insole. Oops!
I kicked off the shoe and a crumpled spider fell out, still twitching.
|Big spider, on a happier occasion.|
I'd met her three days earlier, hunting on the bathroom wall, took her photo and let her go about her business. Should have warned her about shoes!