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Feb. 9th, 2004 10:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
essayelWell, we've had a couple of fairly shitty weeks so I haven't bothered to post when all I'd do is whinge. However, now we are more or less back on an even keel so I thought I'd share another one of my "True Life Adventures" with you just to make you wish I'd go away again.
Now the thing to remember about Michael is that although he is 6 foot two and looks like Legolas's taller skinnier brother, he is in some ways stil just a bit of a lad. We had taken his girlfriend home and were driving back when he let's out a yip and shrinks away to the other side of the car. "Spider" he squeaks (seeing Return of the King was a bit of a chore for him). There, swinging gently from the rear view mirror is a little round yellow money spider. Naturally I make suitably unimpressed noises along the lines of 'it's tiny you wuss, look it can only be a couple of millimetres across'. He relaxed and settled down and laughed.
"Good job it wasn't a big one," he said - knowing very well the limits of my tolerance.
I think you can probably guess the rest...how, as I put the car into reverse to go up the drive, another much larger spider swung in like Tarzan to grab and murder the little yellow one, how suddenly there were two shrieks and the car came shuddering to a stalled halt as we both bailed out - Mike one side and me the other - leaving the doors open and more or less Apparating a good ten feet away to stand panting with controlled terror. Then we caught each others eye and fell about laughing.
I, vastly brave, felt I couldn't abandon the motor halfway across the road so I got back in and discovered that the 'enormous'spider was a good centimetre long. Mike walked home though. We'll never live it down.
Now the thing to remember about Michael is that although he is 6 foot two and looks like Legolas's taller skinnier brother, he is in some ways stil just a bit of a lad. We had taken his girlfriend home and were driving back when he let's out a yip and shrinks away to the other side of the car. "Spider" he squeaks (seeing Return of the King was a bit of a chore for him). There, swinging gently from the rear view mirror is a little round yellow money spider. Naturally I make suitably unimpressed noises along the lines of 'it's tiny you wuss, look it can only be a couple of millimetres across'. He relaxed and settled down and laughed.
"Good job it wasn't a big one," he said - knowing very well the limits of my tolerance.
I think you can probably guess the rest...how, as I put the car into reverse to go up the drive, another much larger spider swung in like Tarzan to grab and murder the little yellow one, how suddenly there were two shrieks and the car came shuddering to a stalled halt as we both bailed out - Mike one side and me the other - leaving the doors open and more or less Apparating a good ten feet away to stand panting with controlled terror. Then we caught each others eye and fell about laughing.
I, vastly brave, felt I couldn't abandon the motor halfway across the road so I got back in and discovered that the 'enormous'spider was a good centimetre long. Mike walked home though. We'll never live it down.
