I was trying to take E to therapy this morning, when I noticed a HUGE (no kidding, it's about 2.5 inches long,) dark brown, hairy Spider with long stalk-y eyes staring at me from the passenger seat. I turned the corner, slammed the brakes, pulled the kid out of the car, and proceeded to tear apart the car looking for him. Can't find Spider.
I called Jes to tell him what I was doing. No help. A Nice Man from the church came by and helped me. Can't find Spider.
I strip the kid down to his undies looking for Spider. I dumped out my purse. I pulled up all the carpets. Can't find Spider.
Nice Man calls the fire department. "Uh, yeah, I have a very pregnant lady with her small child here, trying to find a Giant Spider. Can you help us?"
Five minutes later the fire truck pulls up, and three giant firemen climbed out. Gloves on, ready to help me find Giant Spider.
They proceed to tear apart the entire car, carseat, glovebox, and all the little cubbies a Honda Pilot has. Can't find Spider.
They suggest I drive to the hardware store and buy a bug bomb. I'm all for it, but there's no way I'm driving that car anywhere. One of them offers to drive the car home, and E and I climb into the fire truck for a quick ride home. I tell him he'd better remember this ride, because unless he's a firefighter when he's a "very big boy" he's not going to see the inside of one.
By the way, I still can't find Spider. We're taking the other car to the hardware store and buying the biggest, nastiest bug bomb we can find. And I will get rid of him.
(No Spiders were harmed in this story. (That will be later tonight.))
(No, I'm not usually so scared of spiders. But we just got back from Eastern Washington, and I really hope nothing poisonous hitched a ride back with us. And it was all of a foot away from my son.)
(Sorry for the giant lag in posts. I'm pregnant.)