Rich is the Great Spider Killer in our house. He is my hero.
Grant has the same aversion to spiders that I have, but Rich has tried to teach him that Daddy-Long-Legs spiders aren’t bad, and can actually be a bit helpful. So, if there is a Daddy-Long-Legs around, Rich tries to put it outside, rather than kill it.
(I say kill ’em all and let God sort ’em out, but whatever.)
Last night, Grant was told to go and get his PJs on. He came back out to us to say, “There’s a Daddy Feet Long in the house.” We didn’t get it at first, so he repeated himself a few times.
Oh! Do you mean a Daddy-Long-Legs?
“Yes! A Daddy Feet Long. I can’t get my PJs on with a spider in the way!”
So Rich removed the offending spider, Grant got ready for bed, and we laughed about it the rest of the evening. Priceless.
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