"Mom! Mom!" came the frantic cries as I heard footsteps patter quickly to the top of the stairs. The horror in their voices was apparent. The panic was real. It was horrible and icky. It was an emergency.
"There's a bug! There's a bug up here!"
I dispatched Ben in calm fashion, seeing as the last "bee" they had seen was a fly, as was the last "spider."
Not two minutes later the same feet fluttering to the upper doorway, the same voices calling down the stairs, but this time with a question. "Mom, can we watch Bug's Life, please?"