Becoming a man.

Tim saw a spider, of which he is still paranoid, despite having Spider-man as his favorite superhero.

(Which is lame, batman is totally the best - see www.howitshouldhaveended.com for evidence or compare Spider-man 3 to The Dark Knight. No contest. No whining).

Anyway, I digress.

I figured it was time to teach him how to kill spiders, since he has been so exited to watch me shoot the invading mice with our new .177. Why yes, we bought another gun... and yes, I am at two shots, two kills with these nice little hollow-point...

Alas, I digress again.

So the spider in question had a body about the size of a pin-top, and legs that might have measured about 2 millimeters long each. Dinky. Tiny. Infintesimal. I had him grab a napkin.

I demonstrated on a piece of lint how to grab and squeeze the spider to death.

Tim's turn.

At 3 feet away from the windowsill, he positioned the napkin in his hand properly, and then promptly threw it (shotput style) at the spider. No, he had not moved closer, thanks for asking.

I was about to comment on his ineffectiveness when the wind from the wake of his travel out of the room hit me. Yep, you read that right. He was out of the room in the 1/240000th of a second it took me to process what had happened.

Oh well. Man lessons will need to be continued another day. In the meantime, enjoy some pictures of fireworks from the Thanksgiving Point celebration we took last night.