Yesterday I found an unusual spider clinging to one of my diapers as I took them off the line. I knew that my son Noah had been asking for his very own spider, so I got it on a clothespin and quickly (constantly flipping it, that was one fast little guy) came into the house. I plopped the clothespin onto the counter and quickly put a jar over him. We then covered the jar with part of an out-grown pair of tights and my son gave him some grass and sticks to crawl on. Then we started looking up all about what kind it was online. My son was so happy that he had his own spider. As we were sitting there looking at pictures of arachnids and getting the heeby-jeebies, my daughter Chloe came over and bumped the jar and it fell. My son carefully picked it up only to discover that the little guy was squashed by the stick. He was so sad. Now he is sure that we will never find another spider like it. He is grieving. My poor little guy. So now I will be looking all over for another spider.