I have been into the busy with non-studio stuff, helping out my parents when an extra set of hands was needed. And today, I almost needed an extra set of hands to get me out of my car.
There was a spider on my Beetle.
It's fall, and that means spiders. Lots of 'em. I've talked about them in here before - there's one in the back yard that is making my life a little challenging because I never know where he or she is going to build his or her web du jour. And this one's forming a posse. When one comes, others follow, and today the back yard apparently got too crowded.
For today, one was out front.
One was on my damn car.
I have to take back what I said about non-studio stuff. This afternoon, I was walking out of my house to deliver freshly laundered towels to the studio. Since someone else had the laundry basket, I had taken them home in a bag and when I took them out of the dryer I put them in the box my NutriBullet shipped in. It says Magic Bullet on the sides. So I paraded out to the car with my Magic Bullet box of towels, and I noticed a brown, curled up leaf hovering off the ground near my rear driver's side wheel. I walked right up to it, bent over, and saw legs. And I honestly thought about just leaving the towel delivery alone until tomorrow - because that web would only last for one day according to intensive Google research. I was also keen on having a run. I was going to throw that damned box of towels on top of the spider or across the street - - somewhere - - and run back into the house - which would have made "Magic Bullet" a delightful smack of irony.
But I didn't. I thought about it. There's a 6am hot class, and if I got up at o'dark thirty to go to yoga, I would really appreciate someone offering me the towel I likely forgot due to sleep deprivation. And so I tiptoed into my car, very carefully opening the door and getting in. I shut the door very carefully, and then checked in my side view mirror. The fucker was gone.
So then I began to wonder - if he went into the wheel well, might he get into the car? Into the very car? With me? This thought still makes me twitchy. Could the spider get into the Beetle? I thought about that the whole way to the studio. And when I got there, I twisted around and looked out the window for what I don't know, but I saw what I did not want to see:
The bastard was on the side of my car.
So I sat there. I checked Facebook on my phone, as you do, and waited for the spider to leave. When I didn't see him any more, I decided to get out of my car - - via a jump. I did a tip toe leap split in flip flops about five feet away from my car, and then I walked up and down the side of it, looking. And looking. I took the towels into the studio, then stood at the door and looked out at my car. I didn't want to go near it. But, well - - that would look weird at 6am. "Oh, hey! I've been here all night. Would you all like to help me remove all the seats and upholstery from my car, flip it upside down, and make sure the spider is gone?"
With great grace, care, and ease I got back into my car. Not. I made a stop for a bag of dog food (same exit and entry method of the car used) and drove home. Where I sat in the driveway and checked Facebook, as you do. I did that for a good while, then I carefully tip toe leap splitted out of my car and ran back into my house, running in place as I unlocked the door.
Confession: I am considering canceling a Genius Bar appointment for my Macbook Air tomorrow morning because that spider might still be somewhere on my car.
Confession 2: I've named the tip toe leap split exit method the "Magic Bullet".
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