As if to test my new approach to spiders, one of them took up residence in my car and proceeded to run across the inside of my windshield while I was on the freeway Friday night.
This happened once, two years ago. It did not end well for the spider.
As Friday’s spider veered upward directly in front of me, I gently encouraged it to alter course by blowing on it. It turned around, hid in the corner, then reappeared on the windshield directly above me.
It ran some more, then hid in the corner again, by the door.
When I got home, I opened the door and thought about how to get the spider out. I settled on a gentle flick with a credit card.
I learned that “gentle” and “flick” don’t exactly go together.
Sorry, dead spider. :(