As I wait for my rice to cooklet me share the story of my car ride home. As any other weekday, I got off the bus and walked to my car, parked under the Lynnwood transit center bridge. In the split second that I opened the car door, placed my bag on the passenger side and sat in my car, I feel a delicate tingle on the back of my hand and arm. A sudden terror strikes momentarily as I realize that Charlotte's cousin must have marked it's territory - with a small web across my door. I scan the parts of my hand and arm for a trace of the web, but to of no avail. I start scanning my bag to see if the little spidey was planning on a free ride... but no. At this point, I'm thinking I'm crazy. Maybe my skin is just spazzing out. Then I start itching all over. Strange but cruel trick our minds play on us. About half way home, when the sunlight hit my windshield at just the right angle, proof of my sanity is revealed. about half of my windshield is covered by three delicate strands of the web. Then my mind returns back to the possibility that the spider is riding inside my car... probably laughing...if it could laugh. When I finally pulled into my apartment and parked, I opened the door, scanned my seat and the door frame for anything 8 legged, but again, nothing. I finally gave up. Then I wondered what I would do to it if I found it. Probably squish it. I began to walk to my apt door. Then I had one of those "Scrubs" moment where I imagined:
The bug said in a ity bitty voice, "don't kill me!" Showing no mercy I squished it... then all the spider relatives witnessed it from the surrounding trees and roof tops. They watch in horror as I kill their cousin named Leggings, now leaving a wife and 174,185 baby spiders widowed and fatherless. The relatives plot revenge, and come and bite me all over my legs and arms while I sleep that night. This is why I felt paranoid and guilty for killing bugs when I was little. Bugs have family, too, you know! I think my rice is done. YEAY for food!!!!!!! | 
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