About 1.30 this morning The Brat screams into my room that there is a hooooge spider in her room and I must get up and kill it otherwise she won't be able to go back to sleep.
Up I trudge and scan her room but spider understandably has been frightened off.
Go back to bed ....settle down and finally go back to sleep. To be woken up again about half an hour later by her yelling at me that she has found it.
Reluctantly get up again , find the little botheration and dispose of it.
Go back to bed, settle down again and finally get back to sleep. Then brother comes home