I may not think a thing is getting through to my autistic/adhd/bipolar SS13 but it is. I woke up bleary eyed having to pee this morning. Like any other 13 year old boy he was hogging the bathroom.

"Son, I have to pee."
"Okay, but there is a huge spider in the tub. I think it is a wolf spider."
"Son, I have to pee. Come on, now."
"I don't know where it went I think it is behind the curtain."

Now...before I go too much further, let me explain that I am known for a fondness for spiders, especially wolf spiders and tarantulas. They are a favorite photographic subject of mine.

He finally lets me use the facilities chattering about the HUGE spider the whole time. Meanwhile, I don't have on my glasses, I see a spot that might be a spider, but who knows, it could also be a naturally occurring M&M for all I can tell.

I flush.

"Can I come back in? Is it a wolf? Do you see it?"
I go get my glasses, a sheet of paper, and a glass.
Yep, looks like a small wolf spider. Small. SS13 asks if we can keep him as a pet. Says we should wake up DH to show him. I put the kibosh on both ideas. Scoop up the wayward arachnid and relocate him outside.
What did I learn? Not my biological...but definitely MY SON!