The half nekkid Spider Dance....

Flash back to yesterday...4:00 a.m.:
I go to the Wal-Mart DC to deliver. I drop my trailer in the door, disconnect, park in the bobtail parking and take my paperwork inside. Once I check in I go back to my truck and crawl back in bed.

Sometime later (around 5:50 a.m.) they call me to let me know they are finished.....this is where all h*ll breaks loose....

I had changed back into my shorts to go back to bed...so to go back inside I had to change back into my pants. I get my pants halfway on when this large black HAIRY SCARY spider shoots out of them and up my left leg.

Now....for three years I worked in the Texas prison system...facing down murderers, rapists, thieves, etc. So the rational part of my brain is saying "Come on..get real...it's just a little ole spider bug..." HOWEVER...the "OMG!! IT'S A HUGE HAIRY BLACK SPIDER!!!" part of my brain which apparently, in certain specific situations, holds an enormous amount of veto power over every mental faculty I possess, is freaking out and screaming like a schoolgirl.

My pants fly off at speeds previously unknown to mankind and I'm now in my undies...flailing and crashing wildly around the cab of my truck...shrieking like a banshee and beating the cr*p out of myself....in full view of about 8 MALE truck drivers who are all wondering if they should try to offer assistance or run like h*ll.

It was ALL I could do...once I regained some semblance of sanity...to walk inside, face those drivers, and collect my paperwork. Needless to say I left there at warp ten....I could not get out of there fast enough. The poor yard jockey...he's probably going to need therapy and there are, likely, parts of his brain he will NEVER get back....

SO........

I am in the process of nuking the heck out of my truck with Raid bug bombs. I promise there will be NOTHING left alive in that truck when I am finished. You do NOT cause me to dance half naked in front of strange men, embarrassing the life out of myself....and live to tell the tale.


RT