A girl NOT after my own heart.

So, anyone who knows me, knows I am not shy about my intense hatred...and phobia...of spiders. This morning, there was a spider on the wall in our living room. I *think* it's dead, but I'm not going close enough to find out...and Terry's working. Anyway, Isabella wanted to know why it came in, and I said probably because it was cold outside. She agreed that it was a good idea, and that we should let it in. I asked if she liked spiders, and she said yes. She says that maybe the builders could build a house for the spiders so that they can be warm. That girl has a heart of gold...to me, that is the purest definition of "loving the un-lovely." ICK.