Dear Giant Fucking Hairy Spider,
Hi. Please don't wander aimlessly around on my upper leg and, upon my noticing you and screaming like a little girl, make a mad dash up my skirt. Especially not when I'm in a car. With, like, other people.
Even though I hopped out of the car at the next intersection to do a Giant Fucking Hairy Spider Dance in the middle of the street, I feel like you're roaming around in my undergarments somewhere. You wouldn't do that to me, would you?
Would you?
You filthy little animal.
Signed,
tiny_chicken