Maybe it's because I've been bit by one. Or maybe it's because I live in a place where spiders are around every corner. It could also be that they are just flat out creepy, but: I. Hate. Spiders.
Hate them so much that my skin crawls just thinking about them. Oddly, it crawls and it freaks me out to the point where I think I have spiders on me.
Weird, I know.
Today, a doozy of a spider was on the truck. Of course, we noticed this as we were driving said truck.
It was huge.
Big, gnarly looking and brown... and I swear it had spots and the legs were at least two inches long, each.
(You can picture me shuddering right now, because I am).
So when my hubby had to get out of the truck, he proceeded with caution knowing the spider was surely somewhere still on the truck. The sucker had crawled into the door jam near the weather striping.
Mr. Me gave me a choice, he could attempt to swing at it and risk it crawling into the truck, or he could just close the door and see what happens.
We opted to just close the door, me not wanting to risk the spider crawling in and biting my baby (You can also picture me crouched in the back of the truck, flip flop in hand just in case the damn thing managed to slink past the weather striping and miraculously get inside).
When he came back out, the spider was still there but something happened to make it crawl towards the front of the door, along the bottom and then hop right in by the pedals.
Yes, by this moment I was F.R.E.A.K.I.N.G. out and you know that nothing makes a toddler flip out more than a mommy flipping out.
I snatched her up out of her car seat and shot out of the truck as fast as my bare feet could take me.
Mr. Me smacked at the damn thing with the torque wrench he had in his hand but the stinker slipped up under the dash.
We were at least three miles from home.
I've never been in a more tense car ride home. I swear we weren't this nervous or worried the first time we drove with Roo in the car. My eyes were trained the whole time on the dash praying the spider wouldn't magically appear in front of Roo's feet. I was staring so damn hard I gave myself a headache!
Somewhere in the back of my mind I was hoping it wouldn't bite Mr. Me's feet as well, seeing as he was wearing flip flops. But I was mainly hoping it wasn't going to jump out and bite my girl's precious piggies.
Oh, I was so thankful when we pulled into the driveway. I grabbed my daughter and jumped out of that truck so fast...
And you know what, to this minute that spider is still up in that dash.
I doubt I'll ever get in that truck again until I see a carcass.
Twenty minutes later I'm still nervous, I've still got a stomach in knots, I'm still keeping my eye open... all because I. Hate. Spiders.
I'm a weanie, I know.
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