The one that got away.

I was taking some things upstairs the other night when I noticed a rather large spider on one of the stair treads. I called George to show him the spider as I always do, and then I asked him to watch the spider while I went to fetch a glass to catch it in.

When I returned, not two minutes later, George was standing exactly where I had left him. There was no sign of the spider. I asked him where it had gone. "No idea, I didn't see it go" was the answer.

I know that he's only four, but I honestly thought that he could watch a spider the size of a 50p piece for less than two minutes without losing it...

(p.s. I caught an even bigger spider in the downstairs toilet later the same night, so honour was restored!)