This fine fellow (or lady) visited my office last Friday. I thought it was dead at first. The building had been sprayed for bugs recently, and it was lying there in the middle of my office floor, very still.
I brought it to the attention of a graduate student who had come to my desk, and he in turn found a friend in the soil lab who could identify it: a “sun” or “camel” spider.
"I think it’s dead," I said.
"Let’s find out," Grad Student A said, reaching a thick finger towards the arachnid’s thorax.
In a split second, the bug flipped a 180 degree turnabout and thrust its little forlegs/pedipalps angrily at the student. Its ferocity belied its size. I took a picture from behind the bug, and it lifted its head and glared at me over its thorax, its eyes shining.
"I hear it has a nasty bite," Grad Student B said as he left my office.
I could have smashed it, but I did not. It left under its own recognisance.