See, there's this spider ...

I only stepped out of the room for a moment but when I came back, there it was on the ceiling vertically above my breakfast.

I am imagining my flist dividing into those who are going "So what? Bon appetit!" and those who, like me, just KNOW that if I reach for my tea the spider will fall on me. There's no question about this. No possibility that it wouldn't. If I try to get my soggier by the minute cereal, that spider will hurl itself off the ceiling into my bran flakes. I am resigned to going hungry.

However, I did steel myself to rescue my computer [I'm still hyperventilating]. It can have my breakfast but it will never have my laptop. There's a new story on it that I need to edit.