“Spider!” It had prickly legs and a hairy white spot on it. It was an early morning and I had just trampled down the stairs but then I saw the deadly, dangerous whitetail spider on the floor. The house fell silent. Then I heard my mum trampling down the stairs... she was going to step on the spider. I yelled “Stop!”
She stopped inches away from the spider. I was so relieved that she had stopped that I didn’t even stop to think as she quickly got the jar and passed it to me. I smashed the jar over the spider. The spider was safe now away from my fearful mum.