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In the 80's I'm driving home from a reception in wifes 120y. She has a whole tray of cakes from the reception on her lap. I turn over to her and notice something dangling from her hair. I look again and it's this huge huntsman spider. I look at her in terror and she says "what's wrong?" I say "just don't move." She does move and by instinct flicks it off her hair and it hits the dashboard and makes this horrid thud. It's still alive I swerve and pull over the cakes go flying and she jumps out. Got him in the end but not a good night.
She said later she thought it may have been a mouse it was so heavy.
Still retell the story a lot. Lol.
She said later she thought it may have been a mouse it was so heavy.
Still retell the story a lot. Lol.
