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Why you close up shop so late?
Wandering into the toilets at work yesterday, I observed that Mr. Jones, Spider had taken a brief holiday on the other side of the cubicle, by the cistern.
Closer investigation revealed that in fact he hadn't; he was still in his web. Another spider, Mr. Smith was ambling casually across the cistern. Still further investigation demonstrated that setting up web just along the wall from Mr. Jones is Mr. Wesson. It seems that the ladies' toilets is becoming quite the fashionable place for a long-leggedy spider to live.
Looking at the webs in close proximity suggests that there are in fact very small flies, or other insects, which are caught there. So perhaps it's not quite the impractical place for a web that I formerly imagined.
Some crawling round this morning located Mr. Smith's abode: behind the toilet, where the waste pipe joins the wall. I did try to take some quick snaps of the Spiders, but they all seem to have sited themselves in corners too dark for my phone-camera to handle.
Mr. Jones withdrew in somewhat haughty diginity when I attempted to point a camera at him. I apologised, of course.
Closer investigation revealed that in fact he hadn't; he was still in his web. Another spider, Mr. Smith was ambling casually across the cistern. Still further investigation demonstrated that setting up web just along the wall from Mr. Jones is Mr. Wesson. It seems that the ladies' toilets is becoming quite the fashionable place for a long-leggedy spider to live.
Looking at the webs in close proximity suggests that there are in fact very small flies, or other insects, which are caught there. So perhaps it's not quite the impractical place for a web that I formerly imagined.
Some crawling round this morning located Mr. Smith's abode: behind the toilet, where the waste pipe joins the wall. I did try to take some quick snaps of the Spiders, but they all seem to have sited themselves in corners too dark for my phone-camera to handle.
Mr. Jones withdrew in somewhat haughty diginity when I attempted to point a camera at him. I apologised, of course.
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I might think it was impolite of them not to have asked first, which was of course why I apologised.
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You do know that crawling around near toilets is gross don't you? ;-)
I'm sure you haven't had the audacity to ask them, but do they have first names yet?
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Er, no. Why is it ?
I'm sure you haven't had the audacity to ask them, but do they have first names yet?
I don't know. I imagine them to be upright, respectable Spiders who wouldn't encourage that kind of familiarity.
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(I wonder who will get the reference?)
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(Ok, in a rather smaller way than the book predicts, but give us a few hundred years...)
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Not me :)
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Trying to remember the many sci-fi books of the past....
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Are you sure? Do I have to go there now?
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Person (or Spider) -> surname is not a one-to-one mapping.
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(Disclaimers: your LJ, you're free to do whatever you like, wouldn't dare to presume, yadda yadda yadda ;-)
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But I doubt I'm liable to go to the effort of borrowing a camera, or bringing a real film camera in, and my phone won't cope. So you're probably safe :)
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