Black Widow?

Tonight I was washing the windows on my mother-in-law's car which she is giving to us. As I opened up the back Chloe freaked out because she saw a spider. Seeing the spider crawling out the back of the car I bravely said, "Honey, go get Dad! It's a Black Widow!" You might be wondering how come I didn't just kill it myself, but I wanted my man to feel strong and like my protector. Well, that's my story anyway.

So after my husband killed it, it happened to be a male, we discussed how it wasn't a Black Widow. It was a Black Widower. Why can't they get that right? Or I guess it really should be called the Black Better Run Quick Because She's Gonna Eat You spider.

Well, I guess that is enough deep musing for today.