Someone asked me the other day if Lily ever felt pain from her run-ins with things (like when she runs head first into walls and trees and such). Before I could answer, my friend went on to ask if maybe she had one of those nerve-sensory issues where you don't feel pain (ie. Congenital insensitivity to pain).
"Mom! Lily has a Black Widow Spider! Lily has a BLACK WIDOW SPIDER," she yelled, loud enough to remind the entire neighborhood that we are the reason the average age of resident dropped to 50 last year.
I ran outside and found Lily holding a red light saber and sure enough, hanging off the end was a long, dirty web WITH A BLACK WIDOW DANGLING FROM IT!
FOR CRYIN' OUT LOUD!
Really, who needs fiction when life has so much to offer?