Yesterday morning I went to hop into the front seat of my lovely Volvo Wagon and spied something quite curious on the floorboard. It moved. Quickly. Egads!
It was a nasty nasty wolf spider. Those hairy ugly big spiders that JUMP. I mean, JUMP. And usually right at YOU. I don’t like spiders, but I *really* don’t like wolf spiders. I used to live in a rental house that was previously occupied by a stinkin’ tribe of wolf spiders and a few of them didn’t get notice that they were to have moved on. They had marked territory above the refrigerator and often teased me by jumping off the top of the fridge onto my counter…dangerously close to my BODY PARTS and my food. Ewww! I can feel them crawling on me now….
Back to yesterday….
I gently eased myself out of said Volvo and called for dear hubby. “MORGAN GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE ASAP!!!!”
Surprisingly, he responded and we both looked in and wondered what to do. He was so close to the pedals that we knew he’d run right up under the dash, little stinker, leaving me with a completely infested, albeit still European, car. Let’s spray him first! Brilliant minds think alike….
So I went inside to the chemical cabinet and contemplated. Windex? Lemon Pledge? Kaboom? I settled with Febreeze and that was my fatal error because….
By the time I got back outside the little bugger was up in the DASH.
IN THE DASH. Making little wolf spiders right under my gas pedal.
I’ve been driving the Honda for the last two days…I’ll be driving the Honda until a carcass is delivered…squished? Fine with me. I just want proof. Don’t tell me you’ve killed him – bring me the goods.