My driveway had fresh six-inch deep ruts from the rain. I wrestled with the steering wheel one-handed as I applied my Burt's Bees lip gloss and checked my appearance in the rear view mirror. When I glanced up I saw it.
I flinched, slammed on the brakes, and heard it go splat against the windshield. No, it was not a bird, or a deer or any of the other creatures that are at risk when I leave my house in a hurry. It was this...
A spider web that had been strung across the road like a wispy volley ball net. I didn't have time to stop and brush it off. I sped away feeling guilty for destroying such a beautiful creation. I reached my destination and parked- in the searing sun - for hours - and the fragile spiderweb hardened onto the glass as if it had been fired in a kiln. It won't come off. It's kind of neat, like a windshield tattoo.