I think I recall a time when we were in my garage and a large bee came in. You held me in front of you like a huiman shield screaming like a girl, “help me, I can’t get out”. Whilst I was assuring you that you would be perfectly safe if you took a leisurely stroll to the door. 😉 😉

Can’t say that I’ve ever acted that way around a spider. :groucho: :groucho: