So I get up this morning, go through my usual routine, and then head out to jump on my bike. I'm just about to turn the corner around the building and hop on, when I come face-to-face with this.

My first thought, after my heart slid down my throat and back into my chest cavity, was "Holy $%&^ that's a big, creepy spider!" And, as you can see, it was blocking my bike. Unbe-friggin-lievable. This thing wasn't here yesterday. Must have been some night.
Anyway, I grabbed a rock and tore down half its web, careful not to get closer than I had to to the infernal arachnid. Incidentally, when I came home today, all that remained was a pile of weeds on the ground. The landscaper or whoever must have come by for his yearly destruction of the jungle that is the building's little front yard. Good timing...hopefully the spider won't be back, but I will remain vigilant. Man, I hate these things. Not as much as I hate deer, though.
