Why did you decide to live on a car? To make your web? We have a garage and eaves and whatnot seriously like six feet away and there’s plenty of space for spiders to hang out there and just do their thing. Other spiders have done this successfully. But instead you decide to “kick it” in my side mirror and make webs all over the driver’s side door. And so a) your whole construction gets messed up every time I drive around, and b) I get all panicky every time I see you because you’re just a little bit bigger than I’m comfortable with. And I’m sorry, Spider, I’m sorry that I was driving down the freeway and you were all “WTF” as your web blew around and I’m sorry, I’m not proud, but I rolled down the window and plucked at your web to release it from my side mirror, sending you to your doom. I’m sorry for doing that. But then I arrive at my destination and what do I see but YOU, Spider, still hanging on for dear life! And I’m all: Dude, you’ve got the goods. You are a fighter, dude. And I will leave you to your home on my car, Spider. It’s as much yours as it is mine.The spider who lives in my wing mirror thinks he’s Jesus Christ, because that’s what I say every morning when I get to my car and see his new web.
Lizzed.
I got two, one one each wing mirror, they’re my 8 legged drive time posse.
Reblogged from Pecan Pie a la Mode.
