If any of you have been following my Facebook or Twitter today, you may know a little bit about where this story is going, but now you’re about to get the full story. Be prepared to laugh your toukus off.
Actually, I recommend you take a quick break to go to the bathroom. That way you don’t laugh so hard you pee.
You good? No? Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
This morning was just like any other Monday morning. I was behind the wheel of my car, speeding down the highway, listening to a podcast. Just like any other Monday. When I looked up at the rearview mirror and saw movement, I didn’t think anything was out of the ordinary.
Until I realized that the movement wasn’t in the mirror. It was on the mirror.
A spider was busy circling the outer rim of the mirror. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. I wanted to die. I wanted to set my car on fire. All I could do was say, “Don’t wreck the car; don’t wreck the car; don’t wreck the car.”
It took every ounce of willpower in my body to keep the car moving and not drive it into the concrete divider in the median while trying my best to keep an eye on that eight-legged monstrosity (did I mention that he was the size of a dime?). I watched him circle the mirror twice, then climb onto the ceiling where he promptly disappeared.
Not long after that, when I got to work, I offered a quick compromise to the spider via Twitter.
Ok, Spider, I’m going to set my car keys on the seat and slowly back away. It’s all yours. Please don’t kill me.
I just wish I could say that this is where this comical story ends, but when your name is Minday, that’s never the case.
As I was walking into the building, my stomach decided to let me know just how scared it had been by the spider. It growled a warning that I only a few minutes before sh!t would literally get worse. Yeah, I literally had the sh!t scared out of me by the spider.
That is not a joke.
But later in the day. I did joke. Starting at about 4, the jokes began to flow on Twitter.
So…anyone want to come battle the spider residing in my car? The reward will be knowing that I can actually sleep at night.
The spider is as big as a small grapefruit and answers to the name Jerry. He does speak, too. #imaybeexaggerating
Also the spider does not fear fire. In fact, he took my lighter and is taunting me with it. #stillexaggerating
My cat eats spiders, but in order to get her, I need to find a way to get home. Jerry says he’ll drive. #notsureitrustaspidertodrive
Jerry has offered to show me his driving record. He pulled out a little spider wallet. It’s got a Spider-Man design on it. #wierdlycute
As kind as Jerry is being, I just can’t get past the fact he’s a spider. I also can’t get close to him. #skinisliterallycrawling
How do you politely kill a spider? #askingforafriend #itsnotforjerryiswear
On the drive home, I had a brief scare. While sharing the story with my sister (who howled with laughter by the way), I felt a tickling on my leg and began screaming. My sister laughed even harder as I swiped at my leg to make sure that it was only my jeans and not an arachnid trying to dig its way into my flesh. It was just my jeans. I know.
There were no spider sightings. I did threaten to leave Nevaeh in the car for an hour or two just to be on the safe side, but I didn’t know if that would be frowned upon or not.
Is it?
Mindy Kinnaman 