A few days ago, I put the kids in the bath. They all three fit, sort of. There's the usual elbowing and Lillian always wants to lay down forcing the other two to curl up in the corners, but it's fine mostly. Tyler came up and said he'd wash them, so I went out to fold laundry. I could hear the usual arguing over toys and space, then they started screaming... like... scared for your life screaming. I ran back in expecting blood, but instead saw Tyler trying scoop this guy out of the tub.
"MOM," Nora screamed. "It crawled out of this toy and then it crawled on my leg!"
After we took the picture, Tyler turned on the faucet and washed it down the drain. Five minutes later, it crawled back out. Ewww.
Just in case this was some sort of mutant undrownable spider, Tyler squished it with a shoe.