Love this thread! Just have to add another story, has nothing to do with work.
This happened to a friend of mine. We grew up in a small mining town in North Idaho. Lots of tunnels and shafts in the mountains, some not very deep or very long. He found one, it was almost completely caved in near the portal. He dug it out enough to crawl in, and then proceeded into the tunnel to its end - maybe 30'. Enough sun light came thru so he could see a little. On the way out, with the back "ceiling" inches from his face he could see someting up in a wedge shaped crack where the loose rock had fallen out. Thinking some old time miner hid his poke up there, and riches beyond his imagination were just waiting for him, but he could not reach it. He crawled out, got a long stick, went back in, then laying on his back he stuck the end of that stick up to the poke, and down it came. A ball of thousands of Daddy Long Leg spiders fell on his chest, they covered his face, his whole body, and they were scurrying all over him.
Now, he lived in a hard rock mining town. Miners are tough, their kids are tough, even the girls are tough, but especially the boys. But sometimes being tough just ain't enough. He screamed, thrashed about, skinned up his face and bare arms on the sharp rock, made a deposit in his shorts - and spread it about. He finally got out in the sunshine, crying, removed his clothes, and the spiders, cleaned himself up with some leaves, and went home.
Mom and Dad wanted to know what the h*** did you do! You stink like s***, - plus his dirty clothes and cuts and bloody arms and face. They made him take his clothes off so they could clean him with a water hose, out in the yard - can't let that boy in the house. Well, he got yelled at again for leaving those messy shorts out in the woods, he had to go back and get them and clean them all up before his mom would wash them.
