Mexanese Mumbo Jumbo

I'm not really good with pranks. Creativity in the practical joke department is definitely not my forte, though I really do appreciate them. I've always admired those who could come up with great ideas for pranks and - I'll admit, at times been a little jealous. At one of my previous jobs, there were a few co-workers who had the creative chops when it came to fun jokes and they frequently enjoyed executing their ideas on vacationing colleagues.

Although I do enjoy a good tidbit of mischief, pranks that scare the be-jesus out of you, not a fan of. It's one thing to TP someone's desk, or grow cat grass in their keyboard. It's a completely different story to scare the pants off of a naive passerby.

There is a building in Kits, conveniently located within an arms length of one of the beautiful trees that line most of streets in the neighbourhood. Apparently the residents of a certain balcony have taken to entertaining themselves by dropping a fake tarantula on unsuspecting pedestrians 2 stories below.

Though thankfully this has never happened to me, a friend was relaying a story once and since that day, I've decided to walk on the other side of the street just to be safe. Aside from not wanting to be pranked, and subsequently mortified in broad daylight in front of numerous strangers, I might actually pee my pants if a tarantula was ever dropped on me. Plus, that's just mean.