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There it was. Sitting there. With its eyes- where ever they were.
As we were driving in the car, the spring weather attracted many people; as well as bugs. The spider just sat on the car's door handle, twitching at every speed bump the car ran into.

"Mommmm..."
"Yes Steyla?" Said my mom, in her annoying ayshunn-ness.
"There's a gigantic spider in the car."

She handed me a piece of paper from last week's Chipotle. Thanks, mom.

I attempted to fit the square item into my hand as some form of glove, but it just wouldn't fit right. I sighed, then quickly grabbed the spider. It didn't struggle or hesitate; it just sat there between my two fingers, probably doing nothing. That is my fear of killing insects- the dreadful crack when you squish them.
I put slight pressure on the bug. It twitched.
A little more pressure. It squirmed.
Finally, my index and thumb connected. The crack happened. Ew.