As I was driving out of the parking lot at Target, I did not scream and slam on the breaks when I discovered an enormous spider - in a web - next to my steering wheel in the van. (How on earth did a spider get into the van to begin with, let alone have time to fabricate a fancy little home for itself next to my steering wheel?)
So of course, when the van was stopped, I didn't stop and get out and stare hopelessly at the spider and wonder how we'd ever get home. I definitely didn't look around for a man to come and help me because, afterall, I'm a proud woman who doesn't need a man's help with such things... right? And I certainly didn't drag my six year old out of the back seat and give her a piece of toilet paper and instruct her to do away with the creepy, leggy thing. She's a six year old girl for heaven's sake. She shouldn't have to kill bugs for her mama!
In the end, it wasn't me that ended up using a kid's book to smash the little booger into oblivion on the dash board while I let out a high-pitched shriek. C'mon now, I'm more mature than that.
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!!! Well, this is a scary thing!
I fully ask my daughter to capture things and take them out. No shame. I actually sort of manipulate her, truth be told. She's a bleeding heart, so if I just mention I'm going to smack it with a flip flop, she'll run get a bucket and take the thing out.
I always wear easy-on, easy-off shoes for just such an emergency. I am also blessed with an 8-yr-old boy, who is willing to use the shoe for me-- as long as the thing never touches his own shoe!
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