Our old truck was built the same year I graduated from high school. It is safe to say that it has seen a thing or two. So, it came as no surprise to me that, one afternoon, when Logan, Ethan and I were on our way to the hardware store, Logan spotted a spider...on the inside.
What did come as a surprise to me was the blood curdling scream. Before I had time enough to steer back onto the road, I was thrown hard against the driver's-side door. Thank goodness for my seatbelt and a sturdy door latch. You see, the truck has a very tiny cab and we were already seated elbow-to-elbow when we came under attack. Logan and Ethan were leaning so far to the left that I could barely steer, let alone investigate the arachnidian commencement of hostilities.
When we finally reached our destination, amid complaints that I was taking too long to park, the boys forced me out of the driver's-side door. They nearly climbed over each other in a mad scramble to escape their assailant. I walked around the truck and opened the passenger door to locate what turned out to be a fingernail-sized spider, which I removed and squashed. Nothing less would have been acceptable to Chicken Little and his brother.
The weather was too cold or I'm certain they would have insisted on riding in the truck bed on the way home.
- 18 March 2012
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