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It's Hard To Know Just What To Do
What is it with me and arachnids at the moment?
I'm driving to work and all of a sudden there's a spider running towards me over the dashboard. I immediately start yelping, "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" in sheer panic and whack the spider with my (fortunately) gloved hand. (I can't imagine what would have happened if I hadn't been wearing gloves.) The car jerks a tiny bit, but fortunately doesn't swerve into a) a ditch or b) oncoming traffic. (Side note: I wonder how many car accidents are caused by arachnophobes enountering spiders en route.) Anyway, of course it drops into the driver footwell. Drive with my heart in my mouth to my local garage, keeping my feet off the floor and on the pedals as little as possible, leeeaaap out of the car and inspect the footwell. The spider's still there, curled up but twitching. Carefully pick it up with my still-gloved fingertips and chuck it out of the car.
Fast-forward to this evening: I was opening a package and as I tipped it upside down to shake out the contents, a spider fell out and landed on the floor. I think I did yelp this time. Then I realized it was a rubber one. Namely, a free inclusion with the items I ordered from a Hallowe'en site. *sigh of relief*
Stupid spiders.
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