SPEE – EYE – DER!!!

After a really interesting and stimulating class (and I say that truthfully, not just because my instructor may read this blog), I was getting in my car when my friend noticed I had another passenger... right on the back of my seat. EEEK! It was 10 pm and dark, and so was the spider. And BIG. We tried not to hurt him by swiping him out of the car with a notebook, but he jumped UNDER the driver's seat. Now it's a real dilemma – do I drive home in utter fear of being bitten and driving off the road and crashing? Or do I call my husband and have him drive to the OU campus to remove the spider because that's why I married him? (We have a deal in our marriage – I do all the housework, vet appointments, dental and dr. appointments, gardening and shopping. He removes unwelcome beings from our house [or car].  I think that's fair.) But no, I decided I'm not such a sissy. With one big toe on the accelerator, the other big toe on the brake, the windows rolled down (in case Mr. Spider wanted to exit nicely) and all hunched down (to make a smaller target) and trying not to think what I would do if I felt him going up my pantleg, I drove home. As I rolled into the driveway and jumped out of the car – ok, I sort of dove out – my husband was waiting with his spider-collector kit: A tupperware bowl, a piece of cardboard and a flashlight. While I was heading to the house (running), he quickly ascertained that the spider was still under the driver's seat, poked at him to get him to come out, deftly maneuvered him into the open, popped the Tupperware over him, slid the cardboard under him, flipped the bowl over and took Mr. Spider across the street and let him go.


Lives were saved (mine and the spider's) and knowledge gained. Another week of school down.

The Lab Rat