Spider man, spider man, does whatever a spiderman does.

This is my spiderman rug.

It was a birthday present from Ruth. Luckily, I've had it in the office since she gave it to me.

One afternoon while sitting quietly at my desk I started having a coughing fit midway through drinking a latte. A bit of latte slipped into my lungs, causing me to cough so violently I ended up vomiting my latte all over my keyboard, my desk, my chair, my chest and the floor under my desk.

The warm latte soaked my shirt right through, as well as my jeans around my thighs. I've rarely felt as awkward as I did that afternoon.

While I was in the bathroom trying to pat down my latte soaked chest, the rest of the latte vomit pooled under my desk. This is where the spiderman rug came in handy.

I rolled this little beauty out to cover the dark, damp patch of latte. It stayed in place for several weeks and for some reason I can't find anyone who wants to take the rug now.