The girls were playing outside in front of our house with a friend. I was inside picking up (and GBCN-ing) when I heard shrill scream after shrill scream. I thought somebody fell and broke a bone or something. Poor kidlet had apparently ridden her scooter or walked past a spider web and a little bitty spider, the size of the period at the end of this sentence, landed in her hair. They stopped to do sidewalk chalk (I'd done some "sidewalk tattoos" for them) when the little guy descended from her bangs right in front of her face. She is deathly afraid of spiders today (not always but today she is.) I ran out to see what was going on and all I could hear was the screaming and her sister running toward me saying "She has a spider in her hair" (big sis is afraid of spiders which is why I think little has it going on today.) I brushed the spider off and sent it on its way. My poor neighbor came running out of her house in a panic as I was hugging kidlet and big sis came up to give her a hug too. I think the entire neighborhood could her her glass-shattering screams, poor thing. At least it was something I could laugh at and calm her down easily.