Spring is bugs and they show up everywhere. Murr wrote a post about her generous hosting of those 8-legged spidery visitors to her home in the spring---actually I think they take up residence in her home year-round.
I will relate another type of encounter with a spider that happened last week and that was much more compelling. It is spring and spiders are exploring. The other day a spider swung from his trapeze wire unexpectedly right into my face and drifted behind my eye glasses as he tried to gain control of his movements. It took several seconds for me to figure out why I had gone blind in one eye and then when I swiped with my hand I saw all those legs working across my wrist and under my left sleeve. The greater problem at this time was I was actually driving along just leaving our town on 4-lane divided road at about 40 MPH. There was not much traffic as it was the mid-afternoon before workers were rushing home. But, by the time I refocused on the road (only seconds has passed) I discovered to my shock that I had swerved into the left lane and then onto the grassy median with a ditch dividing this highway. There were a handful of cars on both sides as I bounced along the ditch briefly before getting control of the car and coming to a safe and soft stop just avoiding hitting the fence pipe directly in front of me. I took a deep breath, forgot completely about the spider, felt embarrassment wash over me as the panic waned and gathering my wits put the car in rear gear and pulled back a few yards avoiding looking at drivers in the one or two passing cars. I pulled ahead gently on the median, and seeing a large truck far in the distance, I turned the steering wheel as I pulled onto the opposite side of the road, made a careful U-Turn, and then took a left in the lane ahead and made another U-Turn and headed home once again. On a dime, folks, on a dime.
I have lost the fog light and created some limited damage to the driver's side fender as well as permanent grass stains. I am calling the body shop today and will be punished for my distraction with an expensive estimate I am sure.
Yet, I cannot help but wonder about other outcomes. Hubby is far away and the rest of my family and I touch base every few days or so. If I had been in a serious accident, when would they find out? What if I died before they reached me? I guess they would eventually adjust, but life is shorter and sweeter than we think, is it not and not being able to say goodbye maybe one of the greatest worries.