Uninvited guests
May. 19th, 2002 11:12 pmI have a spider living in my car.
I've seen him twice now, so I know it's not just a random happenstance thing. He's a pretty big fellow, too - legs and body add up to almost the size of a dime. In principle, at least, I don't mind sharing carspace with him. I like spiders. They're beautiful, fascinating creatures. They're lucky. They eat other bugs. And I'm fairly sure that this one is harmless.
I wouldn't want to just poke him or pick him up; while I'm not squeamish, I'd prefer to just let him be. The only thing that ooks me out is the thought of him crawling on me. He seems to be more or less oblivious to my presence, and while I can touch bugs myself without freaking, I know I'd scream like a cheerleader in a slasher movie if I felt something crawling on me without any warning.
I tried to shoo him out of the car. I opened the window, but he just skittered along the edge of it; and he refused to crawl onto a piece of paper so I could put him outside.
So, I guess I'm stuck with a passenger indefinitely. He's too little for me to claim the right to drive in the carpool lane, but I suppose at least I won't have to worry about mosquitos infesting my car. I wonder what I should name him....
I've seen him twice now, so I know it's not just a random happenstance thing. He's a pretty big fellow, too - legs and body add up to almost the size of a dime. In principle, at least, I don't mind sharing carspace with him. I like spiders. They're beautiful, fascinating creatures. They're lucky. They eat other bugs. And I'm fairly sure that this one is harmless.
I wouldn't want to just poke him or pick him up; while I'm not squeamish, I'd prefer to just let him be. The only thing that ooks me out is the thought of him crawling on me. He seems to be more or less oblivious to my presence, and while I can touch bugs myself without freaking, I know I'd scream like a cheerleader in a slasher movie if I felt something crawling on me without any warning.
I tried to shoo him out of the car. I opened the window, but he just skittered along the edge of it; and he refused to crawl onto a piece of paper so I could put him outside.
So, I guess I'm stuck with a passenger indefinitely. He's too little for me to claim the right to drive in the carpool lane, but I suppose at least I won't have to worry about mosquitos infesting my car. I wonder what I should name him....