Adam, a coworker of mine at Whitewave, knew that I didn't like spiders. He put one on my back and of course I flipped out. He laughed and picked it up and put it on his face to, again to freak me out.
He then put it on my face (how he got it on there without me kicking him in the crotch I don't know) and I really freaked out and was jumping up and down, flapping my arms trying to get rid of the spider. The dang thing then crawled into my mouth and was wiggling around.
I absolutely lost it at that point. I was spitting everywhere while still flapping my arms, yelling, and jumping around, but the spider wouldn't come out. Adam just stood there watching me flail around laughing at my complete spider hysteria. It was a pretty nasty dream.
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