Sam blows her nose into my blouse again before leading me to the pull-down ceiling ladder for the attic. With a single pull, I manage to bring it down and climb my way inside. I take a minute to look around at all of the boxes neatly stacked and placed around to make it easier to walk through.
“Sam,” I yell out, “where did you see it?”
“It fell out of the box with the toy train tracks.”
Just like she said, I see the pile of wooden toy train tracks towards the back of the attic. I gently stir the toys around with my foot to try and get a better look underneath them. “I don’t se—”
Right before I finish my sentence, I see the little spider Sam was so worried about; it’s roughly no more than the size of a penny at most. I crouch down to put my hand out and it eagerly climbs into my palm.
“Hey, little guy. What’s up?”
I can’t believe I’m talking to a damn spider. I sound like one of those bug collectors on T.V.
I can’t exactly tell which direction the spider is looking, but it seems to be moving a bit whenever I try to talk to it. As strange as it may sound, I’d feel kinda bad for the little thing if it got crushed.
Sam calls out to me again, “Did you find it?”
“Yeah, I got it.”
“Is it dead?!”
I take a moment to look at the little spider in my hand. He’s so little, I bet that he can barely even kill a fly. I look up and notice the little window on the back wall of the attic. If I remember correctly, it should be able to open.
Getting back up, I use my one free hand to pry open the window. After a few seconds of one-handed struggling, I manage to get it open just enough for me to slip my hand through. As soon as I do that, the little spider jumps off of my hand and starts crawling around on the roofing tiles.
There. Now you don’t have to worry about getting crushed.
“IS IT DEAD?!”
Pulling my hand back, I close the window and start to make my way back to the ladder, “I took care of it.”