Last night was a pleasant evening. I came home from work, took inventory of the food in my fridge, then set out to the grocery store to stock up on a variety of things (in preparation for an out-of-town visitor who will stay with me for a few days).
Driving back from the grocery store at around 8:30pm, I am soaking up the pleasantness of the evening. I've got my windows down, there is a slight breeze, the ambient temperature is just right, Kill Bill vol. 2 is playing on the stereo... life is just about perfect.
Suddenly, an oncoming car's headlights illuminate a spider crawling across my windshield. I'm thinking how the guy has a good grip to not blow off at my 35 MPH pace, when the other car passes me and the angle of the light reveals the truth: he's on the inside of the windshield. Just as I realize this, he disappears behind my rearview mirror. Oh, crap.
I'm currently driving through a small construction zone, lined with barrels, so I can't just come to an immediate stop. I look ahead and see that, just after the barrels end, there is a lone street lamp on my side of the road. I make it there, pull over right underneath it, hit my hazards (not wanting other traffic to think I'm in the lane), and jump out of the car. I grab my cell phone out of my pocket, turn on the flashlight mode, and start examing the windshield from the outside. I look all around the mirror, but I cannot find him. Hmm. Maybe I need better light, so I quickly duck back inside and grab the actual flashlight from the center console. Now I can see much better, but I still can't find him. I go back and forth from one side of the car to the other, looking in through the open doors and peering around everywhere. Finally, I find him--he is now sitting on the headliner (where he is well camoflauged since his color matches it perfectly) at the top of the passenger a-pillar. I quietly opened the glove box, grabbed a napkin, wadded it up a bit, and then lunged at him with it.
<squish!>
I accidentally dropped the napkin onto the ground next to the car, so I bend down to carefully inspect it and look for the remains. There are none. In fact, there is not even any evidence that I squished anything. I look back up at the headliner. I see no goo or guts or anything. Was I too gentle in my attack? Did the breeze blow his remains out of the car and onto the gravel ground? Or did I simply miss him entirely? I begin searching my interior once again. I can't find any sign of him anywhere. Not really knowing what else to do, I got back in the car and quickly drove the final mile home. Thankfully, I made it there alive.
I may need to light my interior on fire--you know, just to be sure.