Just because they're itsy-bitsy doesn't mean they don't freak me out

So this morning I woke up (10 minutes before the alarm... thanks for that, Brea) anyway, I woke up and got in the shower... Brea was toddling around the bathroom and she reached her cute little hand into the shower. I assumed she was trying to get at one of the many bath toys I was straddling, but no... she was reaching for a spider. Right there on the shower wall was an itsy-bitsy, creep-crawly spider and she was about to grab it. At that moment I wished so hard that Grandma Elsie was there. I know I was naked and all, but she would have saved my life and killed that spider. For 3 years she protected me from spiders... day or night... I could always count on her to kill them dead. And she never, ever chased me around the room with the squished spider in a kleenex. She was the best roommate ever!  Thanks Gram. xoxoxo