Wasn't sure whether to post this in the OHS section, or the pets section.

I put my gloves on the other day to do some sanding, and something wasn't right. Either my left glove had shrunk, or my hand was bigger. Very odd.

Then, the inside of my glove started moving.

I let out a very manly yell, which sounded nothing like a little kid crying for his mum. Honest.

Turns out that a Huntsman decided my glove was a nice place for a nap. It was a little bit miffed that I woke it up I guess.