A terrifying scream came from the kitchen. Ralph ran to see what the problem was and saw his daughter cowering in a corner.
“Becky, what’s wrong?”
Becky pointed to the pendant light fixtures over the kitchen’s island.
“It’s just a spiderweb, Sweetie,” he told her.
“I hate spiders!” she said.
“You know,” Ralph said reassuringly, “spiders are marvelous engineers, just like me. Look how beautiful the web that the spider built is.”
“But you, Daddy, don’t have eight eyes and eight legs.”
“And I can’t shoot silk out of my butt like that spider can,” he said.
They both laughed.
Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.