Part of spider season is needing to check vehicle doors, handles, and such for stowaways. Wednesday, Kenn and I got in the car to run errands and I checked and didn’t see any spiders. I didn’t check well enough. A couple of miles down the road, I realized there was a young Golden Orb Weaver in the web it had spun between the mirror and door. Well, now that I knew it was there, there was no way I was getting out the way I got in. I was either going to have to climb over the center console and exit via the driver’s door or Kenn was going to have to rescue me. Kenn rescued me. When we reached our destination, Kenn found a stick and relocated the spider to a bush. I married a good man.🤣