Bug Story - The Second...

I've mentioned that I'm moving back to my old cube. While I was away from it, Mama T-- moved in. Mama T--'s Frenchies are the parents of my sis's bulldog, and he delivered the pups, so...Mama T--. Now, Mama T-- moved to the second place I was situated in the office, so it's like he's following me.

On Friday, I went to wipe down the cube and was totally UNIMPRESSED that there is a stain of indeterminate nature on the back cloth cube wall. WTF. Not impressed. I was even less impressed when I pulled a small box down from the overhead shelf, a box that was full of MASSIVE BUG BODIES. I'm not talking about large insects here. I'm talking HUGE ARMORED MONSTROSITIES with GIGANTIC PINCHERS.

And I had this moment where my whole body tensed and goosebumps broke out on my skin and I could feel a scream lodged in my throat.

I put the box down on the desk, stared at it a minute, then I grabbed that fucker, went down the hall, shoved the box at him, and said, "I believe these are yours."

He was all, "OMG! Where did you find these? I was wondering where they got to," as he started taking them out and putting them up on his own shelf, while he lamented several of them being broken.

"In my cube, asshole." I didn't say that, but I really, really wanted to.

I guess I can count it as a small victory that I did not, in fact, scream in the middle of the office. However, it was a near thing.

A very near thing.