Snakes on a Plane

Actually it was spiders in my car twice in the past month. The first time I thought was an anomaly . . . but twice proves that they can smell my fear and are literally going after me in an organized manner to attack when I least expect it.

Seriously, I doubt any of you has had this happen. Your driving along . . . la-de-da . . . cruisin' to the love jams and all of a sudden out of the corner of your left eye you see a black spot where none should be. You casually glance over and you discover a spider has decided to lower itself into the hole where the window should be. You have very few choices at this point . . .

1. if you roll up the window you will break his thread, but he will then fall on your arm and accomplish his mission.
2. You can just keep on driving and ignore it as it deftly lands on your arm or leg and goes in for the kill (yeah right!).
   
3. You can swerve your car to the left in the middle of traffic in an effort to throw it off balance and have it fly out of the truck while you hurriedly roll up the window.
   
4. Stop the car as soon as possible, or at least slow down enough that you can move your body into the passenger seat and drive from there with just your left foot and hand.

In the first instance I had turned off Collins into the KMart parking lot. I exercised choice #3 and nearly wiped out six cars in the act of parking.

Having learned my lesson, two weeks later on the way home from mutual on wednesday night (in the dark!! they are getting sneakier!!) I chose #4 -- which seemed almost crazy turning from Mt. Vernon onto 26th St to go home (thankfully it was close to home or I wouldn't have made it in one piece) and trying to move into the passenger seat at the same time -- but I had no choice.

And it's not just the same spider . . . the first time was in the truck and the second in the car, so it's not like it's just one guy who lives in the car who is trying to get me to leave his home. I tell ya . . . It's getting a little arachnaphobia-like; so if you do hear of me dying in a car wreck, rest assured you will know the cause.


p.s. can you believe this story? from our old hometown of Rexburg, "Snakes in Our Home"