There's a Spider on Your Head!

Nothing like an obscure movie quote from a movie I feel like no one has ever seen. Anyway, last night, there was a spider in the car. I just made it home. We had a deal, the spider and I. He stayed on his side of the car, and I stayed, well, driving on the road. Then, he came closer, but he stayed on the dashboard. Then, he disappeared. This morning, I was hoping he exited the vehicle. Then, a few miles from home, he pops up dangerously close. Let's just fast forward through a bit of screaming and poor driving. I pulled the car over to the side of the highway (so I could stop screaming and driving poorly) and opened the car door. He walked into the hinge where the door opens, and I shut the door. Thinking I killed him, I drove the rest of the way to work safely. Then, I get to work and didn't want to open the door to a dead spider. I opened the door slowly, and I didn't see a body. I didn't see a body! This means that this stupid, indestructible spider could still be in the car! I think I'll walk home.