There was a
MASSIVE spider sharing the backseat of the car with me day before yesterday. I discovered it doing that sudden skippy jump that spiders do when they want to give you reoccurring nightmares and possible heart failure (yeah, that jump) around on the unoccupied half of the back in the first 10 minutes of a 30-ish minute drive.
I'd like to say that I handled myself with the dignity and grace of an adult, but then I would be lying, and I'd have to get a fire extinguisher on my pants. As it happens I'm rather fond of these shorts.
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| Trauma has a way of fudging important details. |
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