Want to know how a spider, a big black spider with hairy legs, ended up in my orange juice glass? Oops, now that everyone is triggered, maybe we should backtrack to the beginning. Backtrack on eight hairy legs. While waving around two hairy arms. There I was at the kitchen sink, rinsing my coffee mug for round two of my morning coffee. Yes, I clean my mug between brews. Because my ancient and venerable Keurig spits coffee grounds. It has a speci…