frost

I went into our elevator room today since some contractors were working in there a couple weeks ago. I turned on the light in a pitch black room, and there, sitting in the corner was a large plastic jar. I began walking toward the jar, and the first thing I noticed was that there were holes drilled in it. I began proceeding with caution. On the top of the jar, "spike" was written on the top in marker.

I looked inside, but he was not moving. Assumed he was dead from no food. I shook it to make sure. No movement. I shook harder. No movement. I shook the **** out of that thing. No movement.
I put the jar up to my face so my coworker and I could examine the dead little guy closely. He springs at our faces with a crazy force. Luckily, the plastic holds, or my face would be gone, and I would be eaten.