When my mother heard the cry, she came over and asked: "What's going on?" I stammered: "There are... spiders here." After that, I pointed to the spider on the wall. Spider, who knows, but my mother said calmly: "What did I think it was? What made all the fuss, wasn't it just a spider? It doesn't bite, so what are you afraid of?" After that, she walked out. I thought: What is a little spider afraid of? I am hundreds of times bigger than it! You can press it into patties with just one finger. I thought so, but my eyes were always fixed on the "eight-legged monster", afraid that it would crawl into my little bed. I saw it crawling and crawling. When it climbed to the edge of the air conditioner, it suddenly fell down. Silk was doing an acrobatic performance. When it had enough fun, it swung up like a spring. I let out a long breath. Fortunately, it didn't fall onto my bed. Alas, it was a near miss. !

I was congratulating myself, but I didn’t expect it to crawl towards my crib at such a fast speed. I was surprised. The joy I felt just now had long since disappeared, and what followed was The heartbeat was "dong dong", but this spider didn't know it at all and was still crawling towards my little bed. I hurriedly jumped out of bed and went to move my "rescuer" - grandpa. When grandpa saw this scene, he tore up a newspaper. He put the newspaper on the spider's only path and waited for it to "fall into the trap". Seeing that the spider really climbed up along the newspaper, grandpa gently picked up the newspaper, opened the window, and released the spider back into nature.

I asked my grandpa: "Grandpa, why don't you kill the spider?" Grandpa smiled and said to me: "Spiders eat mosquitoes and are beneficial insects. We should protect them." I After listening, I nodded and thought: You can't just look at something by its appearance. Only by understanding more cultural knowledge can you better protect and utilize them