Widow in black

I'm not fond of sharing my living quarters with venomous spiders

I wish my roommate Kelly had announced her find this morning — in her bathroom window, hanging from a silk thread. It would have been more fun to photograph alive, but she decided it was the spider or her and I guess the spider lost. I’m told that if you’re bit by one of these you wish you could delete the next four days from your life. Does anyone have a personal Black Widow story to share?