i had a job doing demolition. (yeah, it was mostly fucking awesome.) the building was an old automotive shop that had been throwing scrap metal out the back door for forty years then trees grew up intertwined in the trash cause this was the subtropic swamps of Louisiana. we cleared the trees and trash and found these four 50 gallon acetylene tanks half buried with the rest of the trash. all but one were empty. the one that wasn't empty felt pretty full. this thing was sketchy as all fuck, totally covered in rust, i didn't even want to touch it much less move it out to the truck, but we had to dispose of it properly. the contractors son and i each grabbed one end of this thing, it was heavy, and were about halfway down the alley when from out of the nook in the handle one of those fucking spiders. just like the one in that .gif, ran out and up my arm, around it and back down into its little hiding place. i'm not going to say i didn't scream like a little girl cause i did. what i didn't do was drop 50 gallons of explosive death on the cement. i very slowly set my end down then screamed and shook my entire body, while dancing around. after that i found a stick and made spider jelly out of that goddamned thing before carrying on.