Today James and Professor left for Professor's second day of Cub Scout camp. Shortly after their departure Princess and Lion came running into my bedroom, where I was drifting back to sleep.
"Mommy, Mommy, there's a spider in the living room!"
I sighed. "It's okay, it won't do anything. Just ignore it." I was hoping they'd magically be fine and I could go back to sleep.
No such luck. Lion took charge of the conversation. "But then when I eat breakfast I'll feel like I'm eating a spider, aaaahhhhh!"
Trying to put the situation in proper light for them, I decided to point out the relative harmlessness of the spider because of their difference in size.
"How big are you?" I asked.
"Seven," Lion replied, "but I'm scared of spiders!"
My worries pre-kids about finding snakes in the laundry or frogs hopping on the kitchen floor were all in vain, thank goodness. If I'm lucky, this baby boy I'm carrying will be every bit as irrational when he grows older as the rest of my children. I can deal with spiders if they result in no pocket surprises.
When James was a kid he freaked his mom out by trapping a black widow spider in a jelly jar. No worries of that here. If a moth flies in the room, Lion and Princess wig out as Lion cries "There's an animal in here!" while cringing and ducking. At least Professor doesn't go to pieces, he's just wary.
I'll have to remember to explain to my sons' future wives that they'll have to be fine with trapping their own insects.