Ha ha ha. Reminds me of the time I was following your car in Palo Alto, and a spider was in your car moving ever closer to your head; I was wondering why you were speeding and swerving all over the road.
We were wrestling in there. Physically struggling to the death.
Bug psychologists. That's who. Not people who study the psychology of bugs, mind you. Bugs who are psychologists.
Interestingly, when you leave the windows open at night, your main concern is bugs. Rather than theft, defacement, water, homeless people urine, or any of the other many things that can happen to a car left thusly.
This either says a lot about how nice your neighborhood is, or about how screwed up you are.
The Presidio is a little slice of countryside nestled into San Francisco's northwest corner.
I remember one time, driving between MA and CT, I had a phantom bug bite my leg. I never found out what it was, and have been paranoid about bugs crawling up my pant legs while driving ever since.
My car was left outside a friend's house with the passenger window open all the way awhile ago. I didn't even notice until the next morning - I damn near shat myself because it looked like the window had been smashed from where I was.
The moral of the story is that cars are scary and insecure.
Toom - thank you for using the past tense "shat"
Jon - I'm not sure Raid makes pinetree air fresheners, and I'm pretty sure one would put a tumor in your lymph nodes from extended exposure, but that might be a solution.
That or just keep a fly swatter in your car like most people keep ice scrapers (remember snow?).
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Forget the flying at your head thing. Worry intensely about the quick, sharp bites to your achilles tendon by 1.8 billion hatchlings!
Raid. The new car air freshener!
A few years ago a friend of mine got dressed and piled her kids in her old beat up vw bug. Didn't have any windows to worry about. so never mind that. Meanwhile, seems there's something crawling around in her skirt. She know very well its a big ol scorpion. Her husband trying to find it in the skirt while she driving, but no use. She pull over and pull her skirt off and there it was...big black scorpion. We call them wall lobsters here in the tropics.
Anyway, it didn't come in the open car window. It crawled in her closet and into her skirt.
Nother friend had one crawl out of his backpack. Of course the backpack was on his back.
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