My daughter paid me the highest compliment yesterday. I had just picked her up from school and we were driving across town to deliver some food to a couple that just had a baby. Anyway, one of the streets downtown is undergoing construction so I took a back alley to avoid an intersection. I turned onto a street that came out to a traffic light. While I was waiting for the light to change, I noticed something in my periphery. It was a black, furry spider. You know the kind. The kind that gives you the heavy jeevies. Well, I immediately put the window down and grabbed one of Clayton's socks (what? you don't have extra socks on the front seat of your car?) to try to knock the spider out of the car. I accidentally threw the sock out onto the street and the spider eluded by swipe. I undid my seat belt and jumped out of the car to reclaim the sock and I looked at the inside of the front seat to see if I could find the spider. I saw it crawling along the edge of the car and down into the floorboard. There was my chance--so with a quick movement of my feet, I stepped on the spider with my right foot and made sure it was dead. You know, come down hard and twist the foot back and forth to make sure. Well, it was surely dead. I quickly hopped in the car and put my seat belt on and the car in drive all before the traffic light changed to green. I gave a big sigh of relief and that is when my daughter said, "You are a good spider killer, mommy!" Now, isn't that the best compliment?