Dear Spider:
I want you to live and long and fruitful life. I want you to spin lovely webs, eat gobs of tasty flies, and make many 8-legged babies with your beloved….
So please, please, stop climbing up my leg while I am driving the morning carpool to summer school! I am sure there are many much nicer places to make your life than in my car. Like those bushes that I parked nearby today. Don’t those bushes look much nicer than the hotter-than-Hades interior of my aging station wagon?
For the love of Arachne, please take note that my gearshift knob is not a nice place to sun yourself, and that the trauma caused by your two journeys up my calf this morning will not foster long life for either of us.
Sincerely,
pilgrimgirl
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Wow. you are so much more tolerant than I am. My feeling is that bugs inside must die unless I can easily scoop them out and toss them outside. “Inside what?” you ask. Anything. Houses, portapotties, tents, my personal space. My venom (in the shape of my hand) is especially directed at biting bugs (I’m not unwilling to share a little blood, but highly resent itchy bumps and transferred diseases) and the moths that eat away at the wonderful fabrics and clothes in my apartment. Bugs beware.
So what did you do? Is the spider still alive? in the car?
My rule is that if they want to eat me (mosquitoes), or if they have the potential to cause serious harm (black widow spiders), or if they are a cockroach, I can crush them guilt-free.
Hmmm….if I had had anything to sckooch him out with or to crush him with I probaby would have done so. But…there was no such thing at hand. The only available ‘weapon’ was the index card that I’d written directions on when Dora and I were on our girl-spree the other morning. I was able to scoot him away w/it, but it kept coming back (I was way too chicken to squish a large spider against my own luck–ugh).
So, he’s probably still there??? At least he didn’t surface for a visit during our drive to & from swimming this evening.
That is a kind way to approach a car spider!
Once our van acquired a mouse on a camping trip. He eventually left on his own, but it was strange to think about transporting a little mouse from the Blue Bird mountains of Georgia back to Kansas. I hope he made some new friends.