I don’t usually freak out when I see a spider. After all, they are our garden friends. In the house or classroom, I usually get a piece of paper, scoop up the spider and release it outside.
As I was driving to work Wednesday morning, dark again where last week’s commute had been light, I saw a spider high on my windshield. Inside the car. Okay, I thought, I can do this, spiders are our garden friends. So, I kept one eye on the road and one eye on Charlotte.
She started to move closer. It was a little harder to keep an eye on both. I began my mantra, “Spiders are our garden friends. Spiders are our garden friends. Spiders are our garden friends. ” She kept crawling. Traffic started to slow. I had to pay more attention to driving. “Spiders are our garden friends. ” She was moving away from me to the other side of the windshield and crossed the halfway point as I passed the accident that had slowed traffic. As my speed picked up again, she started coming back my way “Spiders are our garden friends. Spiders are our garden friends. Spiders are our garden friends. ” I hoped the drivers involved in the accident hadn’t had a spider in their cars.
She crossed the hallway point back to me as I pulled off the highway near school. “Spiders are our garden friends. ” By the time I pulled in the school parking lot she was high in front of me again. I got out and looked for her. She had disappeared. Damn! I went to the passenger side to pick up my bag. She wasn’t there either. So, I locked up the car and went in to work.
When I came out at the end of the day to go home, I did a thorough inspection. No spider. I wasn’t exactly relieved.
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