I was sitting here reading some brilliant stuff on lamebook.com when I heard this distant banging sound in my kitchen (even though it is right next to where i’m sitting I’ve become very good at tuning my children out) and my son has just beat a spider to death. I hate them but I actually felt sorry for that spider. He had a spatula and he was jumping up and down just beating this spider and telling it “I got you stinkin’ spider”. It went on a good minute or so and I can’t stop laughing. He was horrified of this spider. He is so his momma’s son. I’m so proud.