"Mom Mom, come here. Come here."
"What is it Shaun?" (as he drags me by the hand to the side of the house)
"Kill it. It's a spider and he is right there." ( he points to a cable wire attached to the side of the house)
"Kill it, Mom Mom before he bites a hole in the wire."
"No Shaun, his teeth are not big enough to bite a hole in the wire besides he is a nice spider. He is tan and has long legs and he will eat all the bad mosquitoes."
"A nice spider, Mom Mom?" (he looks at me just a little bit bewildered)
"Yes he is nice but if you ever see a black spider do not touch it because they bite."
ABOUT TWO HOURS LATER WHILE SITTING ON THE FRONT PORCH
"Look Shaun, it is a black spider. He shot a web from the railing to the hanging flower pot."
(Shaun stands on a chair to seek a closer look at the spider crawling over the flower pot onto the stem of a flower)
"Now that's a bad spider" ( I take aim and squirt the spider and his web as he falls victim to my garden hose)
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