I have. Today. And no I wasn't having car problems. It all began on the way to my sisters place to go swimming. Tyler said, "mom there's a spider in the car." And it's big and black and scary. Sure enough, there the sucker was, above my head. Now to say I am afraid of spiders is an understatement. (Sara-remember the spider at my parents? I refer to that as the spider incident of 97) So I panicked, pulled the car over to the nearest road, which was the entrance to the college. I jumped out and took off my flip flop and just stared at its hideousness. It suddenly occured to me that I couldn't do it. I coudln't get close enough to kill it. Plus it would smoosh all over my ceiling or fall onto my Chasey. Now both kids (who are still buckled in) are screaming and crying and staring at it. Chase is yelling "bee! bee! bee!" I felt awful b/c my maternal instincts were being overtaken by the fear. I was also thinking of my dad saying, "think of you as a water tower to the spider." I couldn't and wouldn't do it. So I turned and saw a car coming. The next thing I knew my arm was in the arm. Much like flagging down a taxi. It's a woman and her 15 year old son. I tell them, "hi, this is crazy but..." After staring at me like I had escaped some mental ward, the boy got out and scooped it out onto a magazine. His remark was "wow this is big. Look it even has green eyes." I was shaking and this is when I realized I may officially be arachnaphobic.
