Chris looked up when he heard an ear-piercing shriek from the other room. His brows furrowed. “Connor,” he called, “are you all right?” He was just standing and heading for the door when Connor flew into the room and buried his face in Chris’s chest.
Blinking, Chris set his hands on Connor’s shoulders and eased him back. Looking into his face, he said, “What’s wrong?”
“It – it came out of the drain!” Connor shrieked.
Scowling, Chris moved to the other room and frowned. A large, nasty looking spider was perched on the edge of the sink. He bit his lip to keep from grinning. “That spider came up out of the drain?” he asked.
Connor made a soft whimpering sound. “It was horrifying,” he whispered. “I tried to wash it back down, but… it came back up.”
“I’ll take care of it,” Chris said.
Connor patted his shoulder. “Be careful,” he said. Then, he hurried away. As he disappeared into the other room, he called, “Tell me when it’s dead.”
