they're under attack

Long weekends usually mean I head out to my parents, this weekend was no exception.  We were all settled down to watch a movie when...

“AGGGHHHH!!!  Come here. Quick!  HURRY!  Get it!" echoed through the halls.

Seriously.  For a woman who raised four daughters she shouldn't be squeamish about little critters. When a spider is anywhere near, my mother’s reaction is beyond heebie jeebies, its one of genuine fear.  She jumps up from where she is, stops what she’s doing, and can focus on nothing else until the beast flushed out to sea.

Since no one in the room was willing to bludgen the beast with half a sheet of paper towel, my mother and sister grabbed the nearest glass and trap the eight legged ogre beneath its dome. 

Certain their safety has been restored, the movie resumes, eyes flickering back to the bowl to be sure it did not escape.

You don't want to know what happens when a butterfly invades the house.