The "JARED GET IT OUT OF THE CAR! KILL IT!"
Something along the lines of this monster was somewhere inbetween the size of a nickle and a quarter!! It was in the truck climbing on the back of Michael's headrest NEARLY on his head! We screamed, within reason and finally got Michael to pull over, and before he could get to a full stop from 45 miles-per-hour Tori and I jumped out of the moving vehicle only to be made fun of. BUT really, WE COULD HAVE DIED from a spider!
Also, Michael nearly killed us from laughing too hard at a joke by nearly driving off the dirt road! I'm beginning to think the state of Montana is trying to kill us.