Last Summer, That Dad purchased a "bug house" for That Kid. It was pretty cool, but very breakable, and when That Kid fell on it earlier this year he broke the screening out. We went to the Big store with Lots of stuff and bought him a new PLASTIC one for $2.
While it is a bug habitat, it's become his spider habitat. Currently, there are 4 spiders in there, 3 are dead. Their names are Weesa, Other Weesa, Daddy, and Papa. Daddy and Papa died of natural causes (well, as natural of causes as could be after being trapped for two days). Sadly, Other Weesa was murdered.
You see, That Kid (trying to be kind) gave his pets some cookies. And, well, spiders are fairly fragile creatures...and when he carries his pets through the house he swings their habitat around. Spiders + Cookie pieces = dead spiders. Dead spiders + That Kid = crying.
Thankfully (???) That Dad knows where about 300 Million more spiders can be found. He told That Kid not to cry, that we'll get him more spiders. Isn't he the best?
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