This morning after dropping Zach off at school, I'm heading home, and out
of the corner of my eye, I see it…
A big black, shiny, hairy, beady eyed spider on the windshield of my car.
You may remember this?
I’m driving in a school zone going the posted speed limit, and my neck
is now twisted to the point that my head is virtually upside down because I’m trying to determine whether the spider is on the inside of my car, or the outside.
If it’s on the outside, windshield wiper fluid will take care of it. But if
it’s on the inside, I will need to abandon my vehicle immediately.
I’m only going twenty miles per hour, I can easily open my door and jump if I
have to, because, you know, I am going to DIE if I’m trapped inside my car with a spider!
I travel about two blocks before I figure out that it is on the inside of my windshield. I open my car door, and … NO, I don’t jump. I pull into the first driveway I came to which happens to be a mechanics shop.
I found this rather appropriate.
I park behind the building, got out, open the back hatch, and arm myself with an ice scraper.
Don't judge me.
I move my purse to the backseat because I know for a fact that spider will find its way into my wallet and wait for me to need a quarter. It takes me about five minutes to work up the nerve to actually touch the spider with the tip of the ice scraper.
I take a little swipe at it. Nothing. So, I swipe at it again, this time with
enough force to send it soaring onto my dash, where it bounces once and drops straight into the defrost vent. THUD.
Know anyone who wants to buy a car? It comes with its own ice scraper and everything!