Last week my next-door-neighbor took a chainsaw to the biomass covering the front of her house. Odd that she didn't take a rake to the chopped branches and leaves. But not to be bothered, I needed some sticks to stake a few of my tomato plants. So I reached inside the mass of stems and pulled out a few suitables. About ten minutes later as I was stooping to fill my watering pail, I saw a hitchhiker on the knee of my jeans. Yep, it was a brown recluse. (Thankfully I was wearing jeans instead of shorts!) I stood up to go find a leaf to flick the spider off. As I was walking, I kept an eye on it... and it migrated from the front of my jeans to the back... at which point I hurriedly took my jeans off, right there in my back yard. (I live in a forested area, so I don't think my neighbor saw me.) I carefully inspected my legs and my jeans, but (again, thankfully!) found no spider.
My writing prompt for next week is "The spider jumped off... " Feel free to use it as your writing prompt. No rules, just write!