Earlier this evening, my dad interrupted my video gaming to let me know there was a "big spider" on the floor. I assume this is his way to make up for him squishing one of my centipede friends last week, as he normally wouldn't tell me because I won't let him kill the spiders if I can help it. I go to assess the spider, and it's a juvenile wolf spider, barely 3/4 of an inch with legs. I am reminded that the meaning of the term "big spider" is subjective. My dad and sister both do this, they say there's a huge spider, and every time I am underwhelmed by a normal sized spider.
Either way, he is outside now. Go decorate my house for Halloween, Mr. Spider.