In the beginning I confidently stated that I wasn't afraid of spiders behind glass (such as they are exhibited in the aquarium or zoo), but as the conversation progressed, I felt myself having the chills, feeling like I was being walked on by something creepy, and even sweating. I tried to change the conversation several times, but it seemed to last forever.
That same day I went to check my mail (something I do once or twice a week) and found that Clancy had received another ZooBook, and the subject was (you guessed it) SPIDERS! On the cover was a nasty, close-up view of a hairy spider with eight eyes staring at me. I gave the magazine to Clancy but threatened to throw it away if I found it laying around or if they showed it to me.
Luckily I didn't find out until the next day that Clancy had chosen an inch-long black plastic spider from the treasure box on the very "arachnoidic" day. I found out because he ran to his backpack before I placed his homework in there to pull it out. He told me, covering the toy with his cupped hand, "I didn't want you to see what I got from the treasure box", but then he showed me anyway.
Let's just say that I am going to let Andrew spray the inside of the house around the doors and in the basement (something I have not allowed him to do for fear of even more chemicals in our environment. It is a inside/outside spray, I am just paranoid).
