He saves me from spiders. Even when I know deep down he's just as freaked out by them as I am.
Last night, I saw the biggest spider of my life crawl across our floor. As I screamed bloody murder, Hal came a running to find the tarantula sized (slight exaggeration) creature frozen in its tracks. Now here's where it gets sweet. Instead of killing it with a boot, he swiftly grabs a clear bowl from the kitchen, hurls it over the spider, and marvels at it safely behind glass. Heart racing, "Holy crap, that guy is huge!"
He looks up the spider on the interweb to see what kind it is. Then he finds a piece of cardboard, slips it under the bowl, and carries it outside to its proper home in the wild. No offense to my dad, who kept spiders out of our home using the smash method... thanks Pop! But there's something about a man who saves me AND the spider simultaneously :)
{Image by Courtney Brims}
