Here's a spider story to go along with Pam's chipmunk war:
I was half asleep taking a leisurely bath when a big, fat spider fell into the water as I was reaching for the soap. Let me tell you that the tub was NOT big enough for the both of us! I was pretty desperate to abandon ship! The ensuing tidal wave was fairly impressive. I learned this old gal can move fairly quickly when the occasion requires. Do they measure vertical jumps from a seated position? I was able to escape, but it did not end well for the spider...
It wasn't funny at the time, but I've laughed in the retelling since then.
On another note, I've also learned something about myself this past week that made me chuckle. Apparently I don't know how to use the horn on my vehicle. On these snaky, dirt canyon roads, we get some hunters driving around, and they sometimes think they are the only ones on the road. I popped up over a hill and there was a vehicle coming my direction in the middle of the road with the driver gawking off into the pastures. I had just enough room to squeak by on my side of the road, but no time to stop. I'm yelling at the top of my lungs, "HEY! PAY ATTENTION!" (Like he could hear me.) He was pretty startled when he finally realized I was coming and jerked over to his side of the road. I realized later that it never dawned on me to lay on the horn. I just never use it.