My children can be so odd sometimes.

Genny, who usually freaks out about bugs, spiders, and dogs, found a spider in her room. She put it in a box and named it Blake.

No, I don't know why she named it Blake.

After about a week, the spider was still kicking, but we were getting nervous about its well-being and we had to strongly convince Genny that Blake missed his friends and family and would sincerely like to eat and drink something.

She was very upset.

And then we put him out by some water and she saw that he wanted a drink. Mind you, I've never seen a spider drink quite like that, but the spider did drink upon release. We also assured her that he needed to go eat bugs for us.

So every so often, she goes out into the yard looking for Blake. I hope Blake has the good Spider sense to run the hell away.