You're placing a plate into warm soapy water when you hear a panicked yelp and crash from Moonie's room. Worry fills you as you drop what you're doing and rush into the room. You push open the door and look into the room.
"Watch it, I'm up here."
Looking, you noticed an unnerved filly sitting on top of the door, clutching on for dear life.
"How'd you--What happened? I heard a scream."
"I didn't scream," she lashes back with a fierce tone.
"Yelp. Shriek. Doesn't matter. Here," you reply as you reach out for her.
She swats your hand away with a kick of her hind leg.
"There's a spider on my bed, get it."
You pause for a moment to read her face. Moonie remains stern and shaky, although you can't tell if it's because she's trying to keep her balance or just scared. Spiders isn't the fear you'd guess, in fact you wouldn't guess she would have a fear of anything aside from kindness. Needless to say, you're shocked but you'll worry about that later. You scan the bed for the spider that's long gone. You get on all fours as check under.
"What are you doing? I said it's on the bed," Moonie barks.
"I know but it's not there any more. You must have scared it away."
"Scared it away?"
"You're like a hundred times its size. I'd run away too if a giant starting screaming and flailing about."
"I didn't scream and flail."
"Right... Well, I don't see it anywhere."
You get back up and look over to Moonie. You're about to help her down when you notice the little guy sitting on her tail, it's a huntsman. Harmless things really.
"So, have you decided on your Nightmare Night costume yet?"
"Do you think it's poisonous?"
"Venomous."
"What?"
"Spiders aren't poisonous, they're venomous."
"Whatever!"
You reach up to Moonie and lift her off the door to place her on the ground. Once she's down safely, you quickly grab the spider on her tail. It's hidden in your hand and you decide you'll just carry the thing outside rather than needlessly kill it. Moonie follows you out the room.
"Not going to play in your room any more?"
"Not with that thing crawling about."
"Sir Bearington will have to deal with the demon alone then," you jeer.
She takes a deep breath and darts back into her room for her comrade while you open the front door to free the spider that's now halfway up your arm.
"What were you doing?"
"Thought I heard a knock. You know what, you can take a bath."
"We're out of shampoo," she boasts triumphantly, like that were some kind of victory.
"Then you run the bath while I run to the store."
"Ugh, but-"
"Argue and I'll chuck you in your room with the spider."
She grumpily agrees and you leave the house once you hear running water.
You return with the shampoo, and some conditioner as a just in case. Thankfully, Moonie did as you asked. The bath is full of hot water and she's in the lounge room waiting for you to return.
"Go on and jump in," you tell her after you've placed the products in reach of the bath.
She gives an irritated groan but does as she's told. You grab the plate you dropped earlier to see it's got a small chip. Luckily Moonie lets out another shriek to lighten your mood before she comes angrily scurrying down the hall to throw her brand new spider toy, that you left in the bath for her, at your head.