“Leeeoooon!” He hears you scream his name from the other room. His heart starts pounding in his chest, and he’s out of his seat at the couch before his brain even catches up to what’s going on.

He rushes into the bedroom, his hand moving to his hip as if to draw a weapon that isn’t there. “What? Are you okay?” He sees you trembling like a leaf and grabs your shoulders gently. “What’s wrong?”

You point to a spider resting on a wall. His whole demeanor relaxes and he lets out an amused laugh.