Didn't Accomplish Packing, When Spiders Attack...

I spent Tuesday avoiding things I should have been doing to get ready to go to Vegas for a week. I should have stored some stuff over at my grandmother's place I should have eaten up the food left in the house. I should have packed completely, and done my share of the cleaning, and not left it until today.

Instead I had some pasta for lunch, out, and wandered over to my grandmother's house to see what was going on (the answer was, not much). marcusblack called and we discussed things ranging from his relationship to a new game he's playing online, called Nation States, in which you create your own little country and answer questions posed to you by the system about various political issues. Your country "evolves," according to your answers.

I'm not much for gaming, or even "games" per say, but I was so delighted every time Doug said something about "my country," or "my people." As in, "my country has a low tax rate, and I just abolished the speed limit. My people have compulsory military service."

I want to be able to talk about "my people," too. I'll be making a country in Vegas, believe me.

Also, I suffered a major trauma yesterday while driving. No, not an accident. Nothing as haunting as that.

I was just about to pull out of my neighborhood onto the main street when I caught a slight movement out of the corner of my eye, on the shoulder strap of my seatbelt where it connects to the driver's side of the car. I turned to look the four inches to see what it was, and there was...

OMGWTF SPIDER!

And not a little spider, either. No little slender-legged small-bodied daddy long-legs. We're talking about a fat-bodied, brown-speckled, hairy, mandibled beady-eyed arachnid, one that would spill off a fifty cent piece.

Here was my thought process:

Hey, what's that over...is that a spider? No, of course not, spiders aren't that big and awful looking, and they don't get that close to you in a car. IT IS A SPIDER! OMG, HUGE SPIDER! I gotta get away! Ack! The seatbelt's holding me in place! I'm still driving! IT'S MOVING DOWN THE SEATBELT! WhatdoIdo?WhatdoIdo?WhatdoIdo? Kill it! How? Paper bag, squish!

I braked at the light.

Straining at the seatbelt, I reached for a discarded fast food back as the spider inched its way closer from maybe four inches up the seatbelt to about three. I ripped of a piece of paper, then, grimacing and straining to get further away from it, tried a few angles to see how best to capture and squish it. None really seemed to work. I finally got my hand in a sort of clamping position and smashed the piece of paper down on the spider, squishing it hard between my fingers. But I wasn't feeling much of...

I pulled the paper back and cautiously opened it to see if it was really squished or not, and...

"FUCK!!!"

I type that, and it doesn't convey the depth of horror as the spider scurried out of the paper clump and over my hand, falling into my lap. It doesn't convey the pitch or the volume at which I said the single word. It doesn't convey the emotion that was followed by a mad attack on my lap, the convulsions as I tried to brush it onto the floor, the mad stamping as I pounded my one boot back and forth, and side to side, all over the floor mat because, as bad as it was staring into its beady eyes, now I couldn't see it.

The light turned green while I was still squishing, then straining to see if I could see a spider body. I thought I could....but I drove with my skirt hiked around my waist, my left foot off the floor, and my right only touching the pedal.

When I got out, I did find the spider dead, thank god.

Loved House.

Loved The Shield, although it's so damn hard to watch.