Last night, as they were "exploring" at the farm, the kids found this guy.
Through the walkie talkie, I heard, "We found a BIG spider!"
"Is it a tarantula?"
"I guess. It's brown and black and hairy."
Immediately, I remembered that Little Boy was caught playing with a dead mouse in the backyard earlier this week. And, just in case you're not keeping up with us very well, Little Boy is my 4-year-old son, not the backyard cat. When I expressed my disgust that he was touching it, he said, "What? It's dead, I guess I can get my gloves."
Anyway, as the girls were describing the spider's physical attributes into the walkie talkies, I could hear Little Boy's excited voice in the background and all I could picture was him swooping in and picking up the hairy fella. Since I wasn't physically present to swat it away, I just blurted into the walkie talkie "Stay back! They can jump!"
You should've heard them all scream. Apparently, the idea of a giant spider was great, but a potentially-jumping, giant spider is just plain SCARY! These kids are so funny-- never a dull moment, I tell ya!