One more thing about spiders: they procreate like crazy. Especially the ones manufactured at home by your obsessed three-year-old daughter. Who clearly has too much time on her hands.

Where once there were three, we now have fourteen. With six more coming down the pike.

Shall I call an exterminator? Or just pack them all up and wait for Halloween? Whatever the solution, it won’t be happening for awhile. Right now I can tell it’s going to be spiders all day, spiders all night, spiders in bed, spiders at the park, spiders at the bath, spiders at every meal.

Hey, I’m not complaining. After all, it’s better than Barbies.

I think.