Up at 5 my wife making the coffee. Me, sleepy eyed, I go out to open up the doors on the shop to get some cool morning air into the place. It is just bright enough that I turned on only one of the four banks of light. As one of the doors opens inward I spot this nice big juicy black widow on the bottom face of the door. I’m in shorts with short socks and my Birkenstocks so seeing this target of opportunity I swing my left foot to crush the spider. Once my foot hits the door, in the low light and black sock I am certain that the spider jumped onto my foot. it is to dark to tell so we have todays version of the Dance of Death as I try to get my Birk/spider off my foot. It was a question of getting killed by the spider or by the assorted equipment I was bouncing off in my panic dance. Now usually you have to fight like hell to keep Birks on. Not now, welded to my foot. Upon returning to the house my wife asked what I was doing out there as she had seen my flailing dance through the window. After 48 yrs together you never want to miss an opportunity to give her a laugh and there is no laugh better for a wife than the one offered at the husbands expense.