I hope he didn't use a flame thrower.
We got in our van one time, and I was fishing around in the glove box for something. I had not closed my door yet, and hubby said, “back away from the van,” in a military command sort of voice. I listened for once without demanding an explanation. And, shiver, there was a tarantula in the glove box!!! Hubby killed it. Eww. Shiver. Ugh. Desert life was fun.
I hope he didn't use a flame thrower.