Moving was fun. Well, to be honest, there were more fun things he'd rather be doing, but if he had to be moving, he was glad to be doing it with Sally-Anne. She was cheerful and not grumpy with him when he moved something to the wrong place (because WHY couldn't a couch be in the kitchen? It was a perfectly good place for a couch!) or did something dumb, like try and convince her that they should put a roof over the backyard. He still didn't know why that was an awesome plan, but he knew in his heart that it was.
But currently, just as Noah was distracted by a spider, Drew was caught up in a battle with an eight-legged creature. There was a large-ish fluffy spider crawling up the wall. He had been painting, you see, and all the sudden WHAM. Spider drops in front of his face. Now it was crawling up and down the freshly painted walls, leaving its stupid spidery footprints in his hard work. He grumbled at it as he grabbed a hammer and started trying to smash it. He wasn't hitting hard enough to leave holes in the wall - yet.
"Killing this bastard spider," he answered, without ever taking his eyes (or his hammer) from the task. "It's ENORMOUS. It's probably poisonous."