((His name is Kumo.)) You found a spider in your house, doing the most rational thing that you could think of, you grabbed a glass cup and a piece of printer paper, you put the small widow into the cup and covered it with the paper. You took the widow into the garage where she’d be safe from the sunlight and released her. Suddenly you felt a presence behind you. “Thank you, young boy, for treating her so kindly.” A deep, husky yet smooth and buttery voice said from behind you.