Evil me.

I must be too much in character nowadays. I'm a regular Dr. Evil, I tell you!
OK, explanation maybe?

At work I was set to clean the pumps (as in gas pumps). Diesel stains are hard to get off, so you have to use a "de-greaser". At least that's what we call it.
Anyway, it's really scary stuff, smells awful and has loads of orange warning signs on the spray bottle.

So... at the last pump I discover something. A daddy-long-legs. Not an ordinary one, but a larger, icky-looking one. Me looks at spray bottle in hand, looks back at spider, flashes evil grin and sprays it.
Well, what happens? At first, nothing! And the evil in me goes "WTF? You're supposed to die, bastard!"
Then I notice one of its legs starting to curl up and the whole body twitching. The poor thing walks in a circle, then gives one last twitch and falls over dead.

It was awful! It's the first time I've actually felt sorry for a spider (I'm a tad bit arachnaphobic). I mean, stepping on it would have been so much more merciful. But noooo, Kjersti tortures it to death, yeah!

Dr. Evil, I tell you!