I work in a local bookstore as a cashier/stockgirl/etc. Basic minimum wage retail type job that I'm sure most of you have experienced at some point in your life. Anyway, last night as we were closing I was re-shelving some books in the mystery section. On the lowest shelf in the far right corner I brushed against some strands of an old spider web. It's been there since at least January, I guess that particular corner doesn't get much traffic. I'd brushed against this particular web a few times in the past, brushed some strands away as I put books back, but this time I noticed a little something on the shelf beneath the web strands. A rather big something, actually. I large dead spider. EW. I'd been sticking my hand in an active spiderweb for like two months! Then I took a slightly closer look at the little corpse. Solid black. Red hourglass on stomach... HOLY MOTHER OF GOD. That wasn't just any spiderweb I'd been repeatedly touching, but a BLACK FREAKING WIDOW WEB! *Insert horrified high pitched girl squeals* And it gets worse. Peaking under the shelf to see how large the web actually was I noticed something in the corner. Already suspecting what it was I got a booklight (hell it's a bookstore) and checked again. That's right people, eggsack. My co-worker runs gasping for her inhaler as I convince our manager that this is actually kinda a big deal. So what does he do? Breaks out the WD40 and lubricates the eggsack. Evidently this is a method he's used before to kill bugs, but I still made sure to thank him on behalf of the spiderlings for making sure they were nice and lubed to aid in their entrance into the world. EW EW EW. I don't know how defensive widows are of their eggsacks but it freaks me out to know I may have been tempting fate everytime I put books away there. Now my hands get all tingly anytime I have to touch the books on any bottom shelf anywhere in the store.