I found a lovely surprise in the bathtub this morning... this is easily the worst part of living out west. I called Aiden in to look at it because he loves bugs of any kind. Aiden's response was "super spider... should we smash it?" I know, I'm horrible for teaching him that; but, when he gets bigger, I fully expect him to kill bugs in the house for me. I resisted the urge to use raid (there was a voice in my head that sounded just like you Mom), but I know it was a Hobo which completely freaks me out. I decided not to post the up-close picture because it makes me want to throw up, but I took it to prove to Scott that I'm not making up the giant Hobo spiders that only come out when he's gone. He's under the impression that they're house spiders... they're not!