Yesterday, when I was standing in the kitchen and cooking something, the room suddenly heard such an exhausting cry of a child and a roar that I thought my heart would stop from surprise and the instant thought that something terrible happened. I haven’t run so fast for a long time. It turned out to be a reaction to a spider that suddenly fell from somewhere near him. I don't even know what's worse - that a child is 18 and it's a son (good, a girl) or that with fear he threw in him with a cellphone from the home phone, which no longer works.