I’m a bit of a procrastinator. I’m getting better, promise, but sometimes I’m still stuck in the I’ll-do-it-later cycle.
When Addie turned 4, we bought her a new car seat. For one thing, I was sick unto death of having to buckle her in and out with the 9 gazillion buckles and so we got her a “big girl” booster car seat using just a seat belt. And for another, it was just nasty, as it was Emma’s old car seat and had already been through several years of abuse. We stuck the old car seat in the carport and kind of forgot about it for a few months. We’ve been meaning to haul it to a dumpster forever, but, as true procrastinators do, we put it off for the next day.
Eventually, we realized that we’d actually have to move the car seat to get it that much closer to a dumpster, so we threw it into the trunk of my car. I’d forget about it until I got groceries and mumble and complain about putting my bags of groceries in and around a dirty old car seat. I’d remove the grocery bags and promptly forget about the car seat until the next week when I’d put more bags of groceries in and around it. Vicious circle.
So yesterday, before I left work to go pick up my kiddos, I had a light bulb moment where I thought to myself, Self, you really need to throw that car seat away right now while you’re thinking about it. So I opened the trunk and picked up the car seat. On the back of the car seat, staring back at me in all her glorious, venomous beauty was this:
A black widow spider with her great big egg sack.
Are you gasping like I did? I’m kind of surprised I didn’t scream my head off. The dumpster was just a few feet away, so I carefully carried the car seat over and threw it in. I did attempt to kill the spider, in case someone happened to jump into the dumpster for whatever crazy reason and wouldn’t get bitten, but she was a wily, crafty spider and held on for dear life and scurried to a tiny hole. Oh well, I tried.
It hit me as I was driving down the road, scratching at imaginary creepy crawlies, that the black widow was protecting an egg sack. I wondered if I had waited even a few days, would that sack have opened, letting out who knows how many tiny baby hungry black widows. It would have been an infestation. Not only that, but my two girls are strapped in for dear life just a couple of feet away. And not to mention all the groceries I haul in and out of the trunk, surely a few of those babies would have wound up in my bags and found lots of great spots to nest in our house.
It was, in short, a miracle.
It’s funny, it was just a random Monday afternoon. Nothing special about that day (other than the fact that I had amazingly hauled myself out of bed and walked a mile when all the sane folks were still in their beds snoozing away), and yet I had to pause and give thanks for dodging a really ugly bullet.
It makes me wonder, do you experience strange things like that? Have you experienced a miracle?