Question of the Day, November 26, 2007

While traveling over the river and through the woods (literally) to grandmother’s house for Thanksgiving, we had to pull over and put our luggage etc. into plastic bags because it was getting rained on in the back of our truck. After climbing back into the warm cozy cab and getting back on the road, I happened to look down and see a giant spider crawling on my arm. It was about the size of a silver dollar and blond in color. Naturally, I screamed. Because I was driving, I could not freak out in the classic whole-body spasm that you would expect. So, I screamed again. Vicki can see the spider, and how large and menacing it was, but did she offer to help? Noooooooo. She and the girls were too busy laughing hysterically at me. If I weren’t driving, I would have been in Vicki’s lap at this point, but I was driving, so all I could do was scream for a third time. After the third scream, I collected myself, got my window down, and flicked the spider out into oncoming traffic.

My question is: Was I a sissy for screaming like a little girl, or was I a hero for keeping my wits enough to keep the truck on the road during this traumatic incident?