About a month ago there was an enormous spider on the wall. Jonathan was playing with his rocking chair when he ran over to me and said, "BEE!" I looked over to where he had been playing and saw an enormous hobo spider on the wall. I said to Jonathan, "spider." Then, I got up and grabbed a shoe and smashed the spider on the wall. (I was too grossed out to clean it up, so I saved it for Edmund. He really is a nice husband.) The rest of the day Jonathan told me over and over again, "Spider, whoa, shoe." After Edmund cleaned it up, Jonathan said, "Spider, whoa, shoe, trash." He eagerly told anyone who would listen. He will still tell you about it if you ask.