I've raised her right
My daughter ran up the basement stairs this morning to tell me that she dropped a can of paint on a big spider.
I've raised her right.
For years I've covered over the hideous beasts with whatever I had close by. Pots, pans, jars, what have you. I'd leave them there and then when the man came home I'd tell him to go take care of what was underneath.
I'm glad I was able to pass this on to her.