This morning, as I was multitasking by brushing my teeth and shoving my computer into my backpack while otherwise packing up my bag, movement caught the corner of my eye near my bag, and I turned to look.
Just in time to see a large, black, furry spider scurry under the netting of the inside my backpack. Large being relative, of course.
The dogs barely turned as I screeched with my mouth closed, toothbrush hanging out, hands flailing around, computer, magazine and other backpack contents flying all over the place.
"That one? She does that all the time. Crazy one her."
Never did find the spider.