While getting ready for bed my daughter found a tiny house spider in her room. We do the right thing and catch it in a tissue to take it outside. At 6 she claims that she wants to be an entomologist some day.
Andi follows me outside barefoot and in her night gown as I go to release the spider. As I'm unfolding the tissue over the flower bed I hear her say, "Whoa! Now that's a spider." I look over to see my daughter crouched down with her hand about a foot from this:
Did I mention we've found three scorpions in the house this week?