Ok, don't laugh, this is serious. I have told a few people what happened to me today. For some reason, they all thought it was funny, so I bring my sad tale of woe to the bunnies for some sympathy.
→[More:]As you may know, I live by a forest, a by-product of which is far too much wildlife that has 4+ legs.
Anyway, a few days ago I parked my car in the garage (which is right next to the forest) and I didn't need it again until this morning. I did not realise at the time that I'd left the sunroof open.
So I go down to the garage this morning, open the car door and -
OMFG - it was
full of spiderwebs (and, presumably) spiders. It was like the fucking Ghost Train.
I thought my one and only option was to quietly close the door, never go near the garage again and buy a new car.
As I stood in front of the garage trying not to pee myself, my neighbour, Jamie, showed up, about to leave for work. He's a biker, so I ended up putting on his wife's winter bike suit, full-face helmet and gloves so I could get into the car and drive it up from the garage to outside my flat, where I was then able to run the Dyson on an extension cord to vac away the webs to hell, my newly-acquired Bug Wand proving woefully inadequate for the task.
I did not find a single spider.
The car was going in today to get the alarm fixed, so I asked Lance, my car bloke, to check for critters and he said he didn't find any either. I vaccuumed every millimeter of the car, including the engine and underneath.
(and no I do not want to hear about all the places spiders can hide in cars, thank you.)