G.R.I.T. - Galactic Rapid IT #1: Snackems

Spaceman Steve strained, performing percussive maintenance on a perverse server was a testing task that required practiced precision... until he gave up and just beat it to scrap, of course.

He leaned back against the shelves of storage servers behind him, most of them blinking with red "Caution: Overheating" sensor lights.  Sighing and looking up (or was it down? gravity was weird in these places) as if expecting an answer from above for what was causing everything in here to run hot... except, he realized as he cocked his head to the side, he was literally looking at the answer.

He tapped the side of his helmet; "Nargoth, you still outside the server room?"

A clicking sound over the radio sounded the affirmative.

"Want a snack?  There's a nice fist sized arachnid blocking the air vents in here."

All Steve heard was a quick PSH-PSH of the pressurized door, scrittering in the wires above him, and wet crunching as he looked away from the vent before a final PSH!-PSH! as his coworker left the room.

Sometimes what a computer bug needed to be afraid of was just a bigger bug with the munchies.