Overprotective

“Closed for rain?” Grampa scoffed. “When I was young, you put your boots and your coat and your gloves on, and you walked. We had a blast! Crunching along without a care in the world…”

“There aren’t usually a lot of fatalities,” said Karen, shooing Susan off to the playroom, “but it certainly wasn’t safe, even with the sub-walks. Someone was bitten last week in Houston.”

“Bah!” said Grampa. “Soft, the lot of you.” He stepped to the window and stared outside. The first spiders and scorpions pattered to the earth and lay stunned for a moment before scuttling away.