This morning I was wearing it when I took Roscoe for a walk. I had my hand curled up in it playing with a loose thread on the seam. At the end of the thread was a large ball of what felt like knotted string or fabric. I felt it for about three minute, absentmindedly, when it occurred to me that the bit of string couldn't be that large without there being a rip in the jacket.
I picked it up and looked inside. It wasn't string, I was feeling the hairy abdomen of a large spider. I started shaking the end of my sleeve and yelping in a high pitched whiney way that ended in a shudder. The spider slid out on the sidewalk, obviously dead, I had killed it with my hand.
I remember going through a phase as a kid where I would check my shoes for scorpions. Now, I'm checking my hoodie for a fucking TARANTULA-SIZED spider before I put on the hoodie and pet it to death!