Q shakes his head dumbly. "What...what was it?" he croaks.
"That's what I mean," Q tells him earnestly. "You can't call a spider evil unless you anthropomorphise. But if someone leaves one where it can get you, then that person is evil. Or at least very bad." He considers for a moment. "Or possibly they just wanted to annoy us." He shrugs. Who knows why Americans do anything?
"All right. It's you." He studies his fingernails, waiting for laughter or anger, not sure which would be worse.
"Nothing like a little extra fiber in your diet," Q says faintly.
"Oh dear," Q says sympathetically. "It is just a hat," he offers, even though it isn't. "You might make allowances for it's not understanding." He remembers to whom he is speaking. "Or not. Did you get in terrible trouble?"