
So I was driving today, DRIVING, and I was paying attention to the road... and fixing my hanging air freshener. as soon as i adjust it, a flipping SPIDER decides to use my rear view mirror as an anchor for his repelling entertainment! I started screaming my head off! I swerved into the other lane! and i came to a screeching halt on the side of the road and jumped out of my car like it was on fire! people actually probably thought it WAS on fire haha. (mind you: this is the SECOND time a spider has came to say hello to me in my car. the first time i was not driving yet.) but literally I, like many, have a massive fear of spiders. I have never even killed one on my own (thanks dad). I have this fear that as soon as my hand gets close to kill it, it is going to dodge it and jump onto my hand and bite me and then i will die because i had an unknown allergy to its venom... that or i will turn into a super hero, and i am just not prepared for that milestone in my life.
I looked all around for some man to come kill it for me, but for some reason there are only mom's out during sunlight hours. I didn't want to ask a mom. So i just sucked it up (not the spider) and looked in my car to find something to kill it with. object found: snow scraper. I was freaking out, saying only up lifting words, and I quickly just smashed him. actually i cut him in half... gross. I hope he forgives me by the time i get to heaven and i have to meet him and apologize for murdering him...
but i could have died!
p.s. I get told by various different people at least every other week that i am a tiny bit dramatic... i tell them i am not dramatic, i am animated and passionate!
animated + passionate + a lot of energy = dramatic.
darn.










