Watson jumped as he heard his friend scream from the sitting room. He ran down the stairs and into the sitting room, where he saw Holmes pressed up against the wall and shaking.
"Holmes, what is the matter? You look as if you had seen a ghost."
"Kill it Watson! It's on the windowsill, do you see it?!" Holmes almost squeaked because his voice had reached a rather high tone.
Raising an eyebrow, Watson walked over to the window and saw a daddy long leg just chilling on the windowpane. "Holmes," Watson laughed picking up the spider and turning to face Sherlock at the same time, "are you telling me you are scared of this little thing?"
"WATSON, GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME!"
Watson started to walk towards Holmes with the spider in his hand, grin on his face. Sherlock ran from the room as Watson doubled over laughing at him.