Bugs
The last time she heard him ask nicely was also the last time he heard her giggle.
After several seconds of staring, disgusted and uneasy, at the huge, hairy spider making its way across the floor, he sent her a pleading look and pushed a box of tissues towards her. She stifled a laugh, both at his squirmy little ew, a spider dance and at his pouting in response to her laughter, as she nudged their unwanted visitor onto a sheet of paper and carried it outside.
"Yeah, well, just wait until we have snakes in here," she overheard him mutter around crossed arms and drawn brows, and hurriedly apologized to make sure he wouldn't get one as a pet, just to be mean.