“Um, Can You Move It, Please?”

Sitting on the floor next to his computer, Good Man spots It. “Um, Amanda, is that a spider?”

I look. Sure enough, It is some sort of spider. I like spiders. They eat annoying bugs. And the spiders in our house (we have some tiny clearish-yellow ones and some black ones) are small and don’t build huge webs where I can see them. “Yeah,” I answer.

“Um, can you move it, please?”

I move the spider. “Far enough?”

Good Man shakes his head very slowly. “No.” I move the spider farther away, watching him until he begins to nod very slowly.