I knew part of moving into an older house was the inevitable entrance of bugs. I've killed beetles, flies, mosquitoes and a bunch of other creepy crawlers inside the house, but nothing could have prepared me for this. As we were playing/unpacking in the basement, Isaac looked up at the light and exclaimed, "Spider!" To which I replied, "Oh, that's not a spiiiiii......Oh GROSS!"
Sick. Sick. Sick. Blake wanted to be brave by opening the light and killing it. I voted to just let it be. It'll die on its own eventually, right?