That's right. You read correctly -- a spider.
You know...the arachnid that has eight legs, an ugly body and crawls around on any type of surface it can find (including humans).
Still don't believe me? Well, okay...at least that's what Joelle calls it -- and any other tower she happens to see on the side of the road.
(You can't really see the wires in this picture -- also known as the spider's legs -- coming from the tower down to the ground...but they're there.)
Ever since Joelle could talk -- and she was an early talker, starting before she turned one -- she has called these towers spiders. And she still does to this day.
This particular 'spider' is her most favorite one. Everytime we drive past it (which is pretty often) she will point to it and say with excitement, "Hey! There's my favorite spider!" or "Hi spider!" or "See you next time spider!"
Malia has even gotten in on this spider action -- although just the other day she mistakenly called it a ladybug, which Joelle was very quick to correct (I'm not quite sure just what Malia was thinking...afterall, it's clearly not a ladybug).
As far as I'm concerned, they can call them whatever they want. I'm just glad that there are no r-e-a-l spiders that size!