My inkjet printer sits on a shelf under my desk. It ran out of paper this morning, and I reached down to get more paper from the package I keep right next to it. And grabbed something warm and furry, that seemed to slither around my wrist. Tarantula?
For whatever reason, our big black cat, Smokey, had decided to stand on the shelf amidst all the printer cables, and just happened to be down there as I went for the paper. He was nearly invisible in the darkness under the desk. Shudder.