K was screaming at me, from the bathroom. "Mom there is a SPIDER!" So I ran in and yes there was a spider running across the floor. I am trying to teach her to remain calm in all situations. No panic. So I had to say, "It is OK, remember, spiders are good" "I will let it go outside" So, ugh, I picked it up with my bare hands to show her how not scared I was. It was not very big. But... I am scared. Very scared of spiders. When I was younger I used to stay awake at night because I could hear the spiders crawling across the floor... coming through the cracks in the walls. It was pretty bad. I have slowly psycho-babbled my own through it. So I had her hold it, on the potty, and then took him out side and let him go!!! I am pretty proud of myself!!!