Wash the spider out

Yesterday I was in the middle of merging onto a parkway when a black thing caught my eye. I looked. It was about half an inch long, black, hairy, and on the inside of my window. Needless to say, I jerked over in my seat, gasped, and nearly swerved right off the ramp. The drivers around me must have thought I was crazy. Even as I attempted to calm myself down and stay in my lane (by this time I had merged), I couldn't keep my eyes off the spider and on the road. I rolled down the window, but the rushing air threatened to blow the thing right into my face. I tried to roll it down softly, until it was all the way down. The spider, feeling the torrent behind him (or her... even worse), started to crawl down towards the door handle. I knew I had to act. So I flicked it out the window, and the wind picked it up and probably splatted it into the car behind me. Good riddance. But this comes only a couple days after Mike found a tiny little spider wriggling under the sticker on my windshield telling me when to get an oil change. (The sticker was telling me, not the spider... though that's a hilarious image.) He squished it under the sticker. That was probably a baby. I hope to God there's not a nest under my dashboard. This morning, it's foggy and wet and exactly the kind of weather I suspect a spider would love. I checked out my car fairly thoroughly before getting in and going to work, but still had the itching feeling that something was going to crawl up over my headrest and plant itself in my hair. I thought I got away from spiders when I left Tivoli -- where huge spiders would hang down from my front door every evening. Maybe before I left they went and laid eggs in my car.... They're after me.