Friday, March 25, 2011
After my last post, did y'all think the story was over?
*I* thought the story was over. Or, I was trying really hard to believe that it was. I convinced myself that the spider MUST have exited the car the same way it came in, because every time I got in there, it was nowhere to be found. Because, trust me, I checked. Being the paranoid freak that I am, I've been quickly canvasing the car before I enter it.
No signs of Mr. Spider.
Well, I shouldn't say NO signs. Because, well... there kind of were. When I got into my car yesterday morning, the sun was shining brightly, and I could see cob webs on my dashboard. Pretty disconcerting, but I figured Mr. Spider could've easily planted those before I spotted him on Wednesday morning. The weather on Wednesday was overcast and dark, so cob webs wouldn't have been as easily visible. I kept trying to convince myself that they were old cob webs, but a little nagging feeling kept saying, "But what if they're new??"
Then, last night, I got into my car to drive home and I saw some small cob webs on my driver side door. I'll admit again to being a bit freaked out about it, but again I thought, "They could've been there all along. I just didn't see them before." I cleared out all of the cob webs before exiting my car for the evening, knowing that if I saw cob webs in the morning, they would be fresh ones.
This morning, I did my usual inspection of the roof, the dashboard, and my seat before getting into the car. When I pulled out of the garage and into the bright sunshine, I took a quick look at my dashboard and driver side door, and didn't notice any new cob webs. I let my guard down a little, relaxing a bit... although I've never been 100% comfortable in my car since the incident on Wednesday morning.
As I got to the end of my street, the sun was shining directly into my face, so I reached up, pulled down my sun visor and...
OH MY GOD HELP ME I WAS STARING AT THE BIG BLACK DISGUSTING SPIDER, ONLY SIX INCHES FROM MY FACE.
That little bastard was clinging to the sun visor. And--AND!!!--had clearly been living in my car for the past two days. I will pause for a moment while the shivers travel down your spines. Because, EWWWWW.
Anyway, you better believe I immediately hit the brakes, threw the car into park, and got my ass out of there. I even left my poor, defenseless baby in the back seat, but she was happily chilling out and didn't know about the killer spider in the front seat and frankly, hasn't had an opportunity or the life experience to develop a fear of spiders yet so it doesn't make me a bad mom, right? Right. *deep breath*
As I stood beside the car, with the driver door open, I started to come up with a plan to rid myself of this spider, once and for all. Tissues? No. NO, because then I would actually have to get close enough to TOUCH the thing. Shoe? No, because then I would have to smash it and it would either scamper away or fall onto my steering wheel or seat. NO. I opened the door to the back seat and spotted my snow brush. Michael had actually questioned why I hadn't used my snow brush to kill it on Wednesday morning, but at that time, my snow brush had been in my trunk, so--out of sight, out of mind. But now it was in my back seat and it was the perfect solution because it has a long handle and I did not need to get closer than a few feet from that nasty, big, black, disgusting spider.
I took one swipe at the spider to attempt to "sweep" it right out onto the ground but really only managed to knock him off of the visor. To my horror, he was now HANGING by his disgusting little web. After taking a deep breath, I held the snow brush out and let him crawl onto it, and once he was on it, I whipped the snow brush around and flung that bastard onto the pavement.
THE SPIDER WAS OFFICIALLY EVICTED FROM MY CAR.
Mission accomplished, but I found afterward that I was seriously trembling! My knees were shaking, people. I am such a freakin' wuss. I'm actually ashamed of myself.
I wish I could tell you that I can now ride in comfort, but I'm still a little freaked out by the whole thing. It's going to take some time to get over the trauma.
And I sure as hell hope he didn't leave behind any friends or babies.