Bridget laughed as she told me that Griffin dragged out his insect collecting kit and begged her to play with it for him. She told him sure, and then directed him to go searching about the house for a bug to capture.
Bridget confided that she never believed he would actually find anything to put in the bug specimen jar and thought it would keep him happily occupied for a little while at least. Of course, not a minute later, Griffin found a spider on our ceiling.
"Bridget! Bridget come quick!" He yelled to her.
She ran into the living room as he pointed out the spider. Being a good sport that she is, she moved a chair, grabbed the bug jar and reached up to the ceiling to trap the spider.
"It was gross," She said to me. "I honestly still worry that I have a spider trapped in my hair." And then she shook like she had the heebee jeebies.
Now that the spider was captured, Griffin named him Joey. Joey lived for a while in his glass jar on our kitchen counter. (Yes. I have three boys. If it isn't giant lego creations that can't be touched on the counter, it is a rock, a stick or a bug. This is my life.) And then, in the holiday hustle and bustle, Joey and the jar was gone. I sort of forgot all about Joey.
This morning Griffin found him. And the jar. In our laundry room. Yes, this is disgusting. I may be disgusting. My home may be disgusting. I mean, who loses a spider in a jar in their laundry room for a month? Seriously?
After shaking the jar for a few seconds, Griffin shrugged and said, "I guess this is what a dead spider looks like."
Yep. A spider homicide. I totally count this as a learned science experiment. I am done for the day!
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