A spider story:
So about 30 years ago..... I was playing in a band and the band broke up. So I decided to do a solo guitarist gig for a time. I would go out to clubs and play acoustic guitar and sing.
I played a number of the military clubs since they could keep me working during the week. I ended up at the Courthouse Bay enlisted club. A few Marines walked in with a shoe box and set it on the table while drinking their beer. Every now and then they would peek in the box and then replace the lid.
Eventually they opened the box and one Marine reaches in and removes a pet Tarantula. He let it crawl around. Soon however, the spider stopped moving... it just sat there on the table.
One of the Marines brings it up to the stage while I was on break and set the freaking thing ON MY MIC!
I returned to the stage and saw this huge honking spider on my Mic. I was about to hit it when the Marine says.... Hey don't hit it... it's already dead.
Seems they had decided to get the spider high with them. They were smoking some pot before they came into the club. They had shotgunned the spider by blowing smoke directly into the shoe box. Apparently the spider OD'd on the smoke and expired inside the club.
They thought it would be great fun to put it on my mic. Yeah right...... wrong!
They recovered the spider's carcass from the mic.... I refused to touch it dead or not..... and placed it back in the shoe box and replaced the lid. They took it with them a few minutes later when they left the club... probably to go smoke another doob.