So, this morning as I made my way to the car, which was next to Celie’s truck, I walked right through a spider web that was stretched invisibly from the truck’s passenger mirror to my driver’s own.
Sorry, I should say, this morning as I made my way to the car, which was next to Celie’s truck, my FACE walked right through a spider web that was stretched invisibly from the truck’s passenger mirror to my driver’s own.
After doing the requisite cursing, awkward and frantic hand and arm face waving dance that comes with walking through spiderwebs face first, instantly recognizable to any outside observer without need of explanation …
(holding a coffee in a cupped hand at the living room window) “Oh, look at the neighbor honey … he just walked through a spiderweb”
… followed with the instant nervous check/wipe of the mouth, I opened my car door and on the seat?
Seems after I had destroyed his invisible spider rope bridge with my face this little fella decided to hop down or got sucked down with the door open balled up onto the driver’s seat.
He then asked me for the keys. Not knowing if he knew how to drive stick I got him on a napkin and placed him on the bed of the truck.
Once there, he stretched out and after a quick “Jesus!” I realized this was the best move.
He definitely seems like more of a truck spider kinda guy anyway (and this is an automatic in case he, indeed, doesn’t know how to drive stick).
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