When I was squeezing my stuff and self into seat 29F on the plane returning from Dallas to Boston earlier this week, I noticed a substantially sized spider crawling along my jacket, which I was carrying (not wearing). It looked like the kind of critter that could cause some harm if so inclined. I didn't yelp. I did a quick double take and shake, flicking it (about 2/3 the size of a grown daddylonglegs, but with fatter and harrier legs and body, not all wimpy like the ddl but not quite as fat or black like a tarantula; the kind of spider if you were hard up you might want to dip in soy sauce batter, deep fry and enjoy as a snack in Cambodia) onto the floor where it (I guess) proceeded to crawl under my seat.
Do you think I brought it in through security with me?
Well, I would have to honestly say that I would NEVER, EVER, EVER be so hard up that I would dip a hairy, disgusting spider into soy sauce and actually put it in my (gag! I think I just puked in my...) mouth.
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