I always gave Rhea a hard time about her fear of black widow spiders. She would go out hunting for them around her house and in her backyard. In my mind, the odds of coming into contact with one is pretty low. Then this morning before going out to water the plants, I did my regular shoe slamming on the ground and this popped out.
I apologize Rhea.
Ack! Arachnid!
Clark, we need you.