Ben shook his head, his gaze unwavering. “No, Mommy. I saw them. They were big and hairy.”

Arthur looked over at us, sensing my tension. “What’s going on?” he asked, a comforting hand on my shoulder.

“Ben thinks he saw something strange under one of the tables,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant, though I could hear the quiver in my own voice.

Arthur’s brow furrowed. “Strange? What did you see, buddy?”

“Spiders,” Ben repeated, more firmly this time.