He was Friendly

Sometime in the afternoon before we picked Puck up from basketball camp, I heard Yali calling to me from his room.

“Mom! I saw a wolf spider!”

“What?”

“He was on my leg.”

“What! Did he bite you?”

“NO! He was friendly. And I killed him with a broom! And he was friendly! Because he was not bite me. He crawled on my leg.”

“You let him crawl on your leg?”

“I blew him so he went away.”

After that, we had a discussion about NOT letting spiders crawl on your legs.