Little Miss Muffet

Sometimes life feels a little too... "exciting" for my own tastes. This past weekend, we had a big soccer event that we attended for the team. We brought lots of bags of various soccer things that sat on the grass while we were out enjoying the weather. All these bags made it back in the car, along with the kids, and off we went back home. Everything was fine until I almost drove off the road because of the blood curdling scream that came from the back of the car.

Right next to my daughter on one of the bags was a giant, brown-black, hairy, beady-eyed spider. We're talking the size of cattle here, people. Unfortunately, I was on a road with no shoulder, no where to pull over and stop. She was way in the back too (third row) and so no one could get to her. My daughter handled all of this with grace and dignity; she threw things at it, screamed some more, and stamped her feet.

The spider disappeared from view. Completely. We're talking super-powers of untold terror, here. Nothing that big should be able to just vanish like that. My daughter soon realized that the only thing worse than a giant hairy spider, is knowing one is there but not where it is.

By the time we made it home, my daughter was ready to crawl out a window. We got everyone out of the car, all the bags unloaded an shaken out, and anything else that might have made its way into my vehicle. But no spider was to be seen.

We've been through the car three times, and still haven't found him. That means that somewhere in my BLACK interior car there is a spider... probably watching me, and trying to figure out how to take me down. I try not to think about it while I'm driving, but it's something that is always in the back of your mind. I've always hated my drive to school... but never so much as right now.