"Pinchy would've wanted it this way"

Fox update: Three days after Pinchy was officially put up for adoption at Wayside Waifs, someone adopted him! We figured he would go quickly--as soon as someone saw his sweet demeanor and unwavering loyalty, it would be all over. It's kind of bittersweet, though. We'd told ourselves that we would adopt him if no one else did, but I think both of us were hoping that it wouldn't come to that. He was totally cute, don't get me wrong, but he also got some pee on himself everytime he went. That, plus the fact that we both work 10,000 hours a day, added up to "home no good for dogs (home barely good for people)".

But now that getting and keeping Pinchy is no longer an option, we're both a little sad. I wonder if the family who adopted him gave him a home as good as the home we could've given him. The love we had to offer would have stacked up well against the time he would've had to be in his kennel. But I guess all we can do now is think of Pinchy in a warm, loving home and be glad for the short time we knew him.

In other news, there was a huge silver spider hanging over the driver's seat when I tried to get in my car tonight. He's been living in my car unseen for days now--spinning webs in the backseat, having babies (I totally killed a baby spider that was on my steering wheel with my hand yesterday, while steering mind you, and there's no way that's a coincidence) and generally wreaking havoc on my life. After I killed the little one yesterday, all I could think was "what if one crawls up my leg while I'm driving? do I pull to the side of the road and kill it, or do I completely freak out and drive head-on into the car coming towards me? if I choose the latter, would that kill the spider or no?"

So when I see the big silver spider tonight, I'm faced with a dilemma: I've got to kill him, but then can I really feel good about driving home? I mean, this spider could be the second smallest in the car, like those wooden nesting dolls, and once I kill him, his larger counterparts could totally jump on my face while I'm driving. When that happens, I'm not even thinking twice before I throw open the door and jump into traffic.

As it happens, I killed the silver spider with my umbrella handle and wiped up his wet, stringy remains with a granola bar wrapper. I then put the wrapper on the floor in the backseat and drove home, squirming and driving fairly erratically all the way.

I bet Pinchy could've taken the spider.