M, B and I were sitting on the floor in the living room this morning when a thick, hairy, super-big spider raced towards us. My instincts told me to jump up, scream and drag the kids out of the house to safety...I am indeed very scared of spiders. Instead, I looked at the boys' faces and realized that this option may not be the best way of dealing with such impressionables in my presence. So, I swatted at the spider and hoped it and it's disgustingness would scurry off in a different direction. It was not to be...the little bugger raced right back towards us with M and B laughing hysterically.
At this point I, too, was hysterical, but NOT with laughter...but I kept this to myself and didn't allow the boys to see how horrified I was. M and B were having a great time laughing and examining the arachnid, when M reached over and swatted the spider himself. It curled up for a few seconds before once again racing towards us while the boys squealed with delight. It was time to put an end to this immediately, but what to do? I grabbed a wet-wipe, used it to scoop up the creepy-crawler and dumped it outside. The boys ran over to watch the freed creature scurry away.
That would have been the end of this story, but you will remember that these boys are impressionable and also love insects, bugs, animals...you get the picture. Anyway, M and B were playing behind the Lazy-Boy this afternoon when M screamed excitedly, "There's a spider, Mommy! Come, look." I, of course, did not go look. A second late, M came walking out from behind the chair, spider in hand and asked me to open the door so that he could put it outside. Monkey see, monkey do...not that I'm implying that either one of us is a monkey.
At least I'm not passing on the inordinate fear of all things insect to my off-spring.
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