Widower

This tale starts off the same as any other. I was at work going about my business, when I was asked by a costumer if we happened to have any "nice green grapes." I'd go check, I told him. I gave the cooler a look over but couldn't find any when I finally decided to ask my coworker, Max, if we had any. Max simply motioned beside where he was standing, and there was a huge stack of grape boxes, so I decided to fill up the grapes.

I'd grab the grape bags, and jerk them in the direction of the grape pile; this way was much quicker than reaching in and grabbing the bundle of grapes. I tossed a bunch, and threw the bag into my garbage box, when I reached for another bag.

Holy. Shit.

There was a rather large spider sitting at the edge of my grape box. I backed away a few steps, due to my fear of spiders. May as well grab something to kill him with I had thought, but then I noticed something. It was larger than an average house-spider, and it looked like it had large fangs, as it raised its legs towards me.

Oh. My. God.

"Hey! Jamie!" I called. You had better take a look at this. So my co-worker Jamie came over, and we both agreed that it was possible it could be a Black Widow spider. I left Jamie to watch the arachnid, and ran to the back to get our senior worker, Max, to deal with it. He came quickly, with many pairs of gloves, and a plastic container. He managed to scoop up the Widow, and we taped it shut, and punctured the lid so it was able to breathe. We examined the spider, and found a red hour-glass shape on its abdomen. That confirmed it. We had just caught a deadly spider that came from a box of Californian grapes. Needless to say, I didn't finish the grapes, and Max agreed with me. They didn't pay me enough, and there was no need to take the risk.

The beast is currently inside of Zehrs, in its make-shift prison. I had to close up tonight, and when I checked it seemed to be dead, or at very least almost dead.