A Spider and Worms

I was gardening at my brother’s house the other day and opened the passenger side door of my car to get my water bottle when what do you think I see? A spider, sitting on the passenger seat like it’s waiting for me to take it for drive through the country somewhere, maybe Sonoma or Glen Ellen. Immediately I realized who had been bitting me for the last few days. And now it wants to go for more rides? I don’t think so. Anyway, after being pulled away from a garden blessed with worms, I took off my left boot and tried to get the tan colored little eight-legged guy into my boot – I didn’t want to mess up the seat with guts and blood – which would have included mine. The spider wouldn’t move. After some forceful shoving that made it look like he got even smaller (they always play dead), I got him in my boot and vigourously shook it out over the grass. Next time I garden, I’m taking my water bottle with me the first time.