When you marry an ecologist you’ll never hold another can of inspect spray in your hand again. Nothing dies on their watch. There have only been two occasions when I have drawn a line in the sand over our little multi-legged friends. The first was when I discovered 150 newly hatched baby huntsmen spiders in the baby nursery. The second was the discovery of a family of redback spiders living happily in our compost bin. And even then, he hesitated.
I wasn’t prepared for our children to be similarly inclined and this has been one of my greatest parenting challenges. Unlike my son, at least my husband has the good sense never to come running towards me with an outstretched hand yelling delightedly:
“Look at my spider/millipede/dragonfly/beetle/skink/moth!”