Uniquely... Adept at Killing Arachnids

The campus at Utah State is one of my more favorite places on earth. In the summer the grass is green, flowers are everywhere, and the sky above is blue... one might even say Aggie blue. On a day such as this not too long ago, Christina and I were basking in our surroundings as we long boarded on the Quad. As we were leaving campus Christina took her long board right over the curb and into the parking lot. So impressed was I that she had effectively "jumped the curbed" that I immediately threw my right hand into the air offering the universal symbol of "that was freakin' awesome": a high five. As Christina and I slapped hands and then retracted our arms again I felt something slightly moist on my palm. Now, noone likes a moist palm but I think it's safe to say that noone likes to blame their best friend for having moist palms, either. (Little did I know that as I was silently judging Christina for having too-wet hands, she was silently judging me, also.) In an effort to conceal my dislike for my new post-high five situation I looked down at my hand to see how I could effectively dry it out without offending. As I looked down I discovered with both relief and chagrin that indeed Christina was not the offender! Three wet, crinkled spider's legs stuck to the flesh of my palm begging me to ask the question: "Christina, do you have a dead spider on your hand?" Fortunately we have the kind of friendship where such questions don't seem an anomaly and she simply took it at face value and checked her palm. I had definately gotten the better end of the deal: my friend's palm uncovered an enormous spider's body and remaining legs, crushed in the wrath of our spontaneous high five. Poor spider never saw it coming. As for Christina and I, our friendship is all the better for our murderous high-five talents and spider killing prowess. We're also glad to know that neither of us suffers from the moist palm.