So. After a long day at the office, I walked outside and headed to the parking lot. It was fairly warm-ish, but I had been running around all day and I was sweaty and wilted and really just wanted to get in my car and drop the top for the short drive home.
I got to my car, and there they were. Spiders. Hundreds of them. On my car! My black convertible top was grey with cobwebs and I freaked out! If you know me, then you know how terrified I am of the 8-legged demons from hell.
I texted my husband. It went a little like this:
Me: Oh, Gawd! My car!
Me: Omg! My car is covered in ******* spiders!
Me: Omg omg omg omg
Me: 😢 Omg! It’s hot and I want to come home!
Him: Jump in.
Me: But it’s wrapped up in webs!
Seiously? Omg! I unlocked the car via the remote. I stood there long enough that it re-locked itself. Omg, omg! I unlocked it again and threw myself, my husband’s dinner, my handbag and my bottle of LIFE WTR into the car and slammed the door. It was either that, or melt into a puddle on the pavement because hot flashes + running around all day + warmer weather = puddles.
I texted: I’m in!
His reply: They’ll blow off.
Maybe most of them did, but that one…the one that wanted to ride home with me? Nope. He kept hiding in the passenger side rear view while the ride was in motion. At the stop lights, that creepy thing would crawl out and stand on top, glaring at me. I’d accelerate and he would go back into hiding. The. Whole. Way. Home.
All I can say is thank goodness I didn’t leave the windows cracked. I’d probably still be out there.