In the early ‘80s, my grandma died in Florida. She willed me two things: her wedding ring (the mortician stole it) and her 1970 or 71 red v8 Dodge Dart Swinger (she drove like hell in it). My dad drove it up from Florida to New Jersey. I started working on it to fix it up. I took out the back seat and there was a huge tarantula-sized spider under it—rode all the way up the East Coast. What was it eating under there? I let it go, introducing a new species to the Garden State.