[What a question. Henry's already crouched down, eyes scanning the grass for the telltale, minuscule movement of a spider. Even a trained eye like his own knows this will be a bit difficult.]

In my old home, when I was twelve, I found of nest of black widow spiders beneath the floorboards of a room we never really used.

[And while most children would have avoided it, Henry basically stuck his whole hand down in there.]

I found them fascinating. These creatures that so many people feared, but were really just so small, and misunderstood... Spiders in general are, you know. They're more helpful than anything else.