I had the weirdest dream a few nights ago. I dreamed that my wife and I were downstairs folding laundry and a tarantula walked by. It was a big hairy one, too.
My wife looks down and nonchalantly says, "Oh, the tarantula is back." She then proceeds to continue folding clothes.
I'm horrified and say, "I'll call the exterminator!"
My wife replies, "Why? Its harmless..."
Oh course, that makes perfect sense.
FYI...No more Junior Mints before bedtime.