Black Widow Hunting
I am not as frightened of spiders as the average person. I definitely don’t want them on me, but I really don’t mind if one is around. They’re just part of life; part of nature. I’m cool with them. Here is some proof:
I got a hand-me-down TV stand from someone who wasn’t big on cleaning things, but I moved it into my room secure in the fact that it didn’t harbor any arachnid stowaways.
So with this context, consider the following story:
I had dinner with my aunt, cousin, and sister. Good times all around.
When we headed back to the car, cousin and sister got in first. I was about to open the door and place my buttocks in the car as well, but just then, my cousin turned to me from inside the car, and through her muted screams I heard her say, “Don’t get in the car!”
I looked at her inquisitively.
She threw open her door and ran to me.
I opened my door to look underneath the driver’s seat–where cousin had last seen it–for said black widow and saw no such thing, but I did notice that there was a rather elaborate and ominous web in the foot area of the back seat… where my feet had been on the way to the restaurant.
I started moving various car floor items out of the way looking for the spider, while all of us experienced things like this:
I borrowed my aunt’s plastic drinking cup to poke around under the seat, planning to trap the spider when I found it.
About 10 minutes later, I had moved into the car and was still searching for our visitor. I was focusing so intently on the floor area where Danielle had seen it, that I didn’t notice the spider was right in front of me on the back of the seat.
I walked a few steps away from the car and tossed the cup away. I froze for a moment and realized that the spider may have somehow ejected from the cup while I was mid-throw and might be on my body at this very moment. To rule this out, I approached the just-thrown cup and verified that the spider was indeed inside it. She was perfectly fine despite her short flight in the cup, but I bet she was confused, not that I could really tell.
The cup disposal was followed by approximately 30 more seconds of fourfold screaming. Then we all hopped into the car and screamed some more.
Finally, we all took a moment to catch our breath. It was over. We had prevailed, and we had a spider-free car as our spoils. Nothing could stop us!