Me: ‘Aaack! Spider!!’
Huz: ‘Kill it, woman!’ The man has a penchant for smashing bugs with his bare hands.
Me: ‘No, it’s too pretty. Look it’s gnashing it’s jaws!’ Clearly, I’m a wimp.
Huz: ‘Look, if you don’t kill it, it’ll bite us one of these days.’
Me: ‘It isn’t one of those spindly scrawny spiders that bite.’
Huz: ‘Then what type is it?’
Me: ‘This one has more meat on its bones.’
Huz: ‘All the more reason for it to bite big chunks out of us, it probably has a bigger appetite.’
Me: ‘I don’t think it eats humans. Just flies and stuff like that.’
Huz: ‘Lemme see.’ Gets up from chair and comes over to look. ‘Where is it?’
The spider hopped off in a flash and disappeared.
It reappeared a little while later on the blinds, and the conversation repeated itself, except I had to dissuade Huz from using the bug-spray.
Thus, the spider was saved.