We stopped to buy coffee at a restaurant on a road trip, and my son and I went to the toilet.
As we stood next to each other at the urinals, my 11-year-old son looked over at me suddenly and said, “Oh, god! There’s a spider climbing up my leg.”
My son shook his leg to the get the spider off, and in his flailing he sprayed the sides of the urinal, and the floor.
The spider descended and scurried off.
My son resumed his focus on peeing in the urinal and then, on hearing me say, “Ah hem,” he looked over at me and then followed my gaze down to the amount of piss on the wall and the floor. He turned back to me and seemed to understand what I was thinking about the correlation between the mess and what happens daily at home.
“Yes,” he said, “there are a lot of spiders at home.”