“Ianto?” Jack’s plaintive voice drifted from the bathroom.
Ianto sighed, putting his book down. “What? I thought you were having a bath.”
“I was, but… There’s a big spider in the bathtub.”
Rolling his eyes, Ianto hauled himself to his feet; he’d had a hard day and just wanted to relax. Honestly, Jack could be such a baby about spiders; it was probably tiny. Grabbing an empty milk container, he went into the bathroom.
“Oh.” He stared at the spider, then at the container he held. It would never fit. “I need something bigger.”
Jack nodded. “I’ll get the Tupperware.”