How does the worst experience I ever had on the road end with me falling at the feet of Rosebud’s best pest control? The day I thought I’d die had nothing to do with terrible driving, unfavourable conditions, road hazards or the other regular culprits for causing close calls. It was largely due to a family of huntsmen that elected to use my car for their home. I will be eternally grateful for pest control. Rosebud city should express a community hommage to these true heroes.
I was late for work.Why? Let me start with the way I turned the shower taps on and the shower head flew off and hit me in the face. I was uninjured, miraculously. Small mercies.
The next thing was leaving the milk out overnight so it soured when I poured it into my favourite cup.
I then lost my car keys then found them in the fridge – the only time that my tendency to head for the fridge under stress will pay off.
Already late by the time I leapt into my car, I’d just got to the first set of lights when I clocked three legs, poking out from behind the drop down visor mirror. Resisting kamikaze mode, I wove my way through traffic to make it to the next set of lights where I could pull a u-turn.
The second I pulled back into my drive, I leapt out of my seat, and slammed the door, cringing with disgust. When I got brave enough, I could see from the outside that the mammoth spider had moved out onto the roof upholstery right where it would’ve been above my head. I swear, this was a territorial display. It was then, I noticed the back window was alive with movement too. Hundreds, probably billions of babies seethed like a leggedy carpet across the back dash.
Thankfully, that’s all over now. The denouement played out in the shape of an extraordinary professional who fumigated my car and hence, stopped me from torching my own car. Pest control teams should be prayed to, I swear.