You don't have any idea what you should do, so fate kindly steps into the breach and makes the decision.
The door opens and the little spider's multiple eyes fasten on the giant entering the room. It's not Lucas, as I had hoped. It's our mother, but she wasn't due back from her weekend trip. Why was she here?
Mom saw the usual messy room and a pile of discarded laundry on the floor. Muttering something about her oldest son's slovenly habits, she gathered the clothes to transport them to a laundry hamper. In the process, she saw a tiny, scurrying spider.
Waving several of your eight legs, you want to get her attention. "Mom! It's me!"
She...