There Is a Spider In Here

GRANDMA! THERE IS A SPIDER IN HERE! Okay. It’s running toward your FOOT! I do not stop typing. What kind is it? A daddy LONG legs! Okay. It’s ON YOUR FOOT! I stop typing, pull out my bare feet and we both inspect them. He is eleven, and is terrified of spiders. I, on the other hand, have saved snakes from cat’s mouths. “Where?” I ask him. It is gone he whispers with reverence, awe. I am a magical grandma. It is time he knew.