I have an irrational fear of spiders. You’d think I’d have had the common sense to marry someone that would be willing to squash them for me. On the contrary, I managed to marry the only other human on the planet that is more terrified of spiders than I am.

Thus it was that a large spider fell out of a paper towel roll and froze in fear, hearing the deafening scream of a grown woman. It was then covered with a Cool Whip™ bowl and the room quarantined until the “man of the house” returned home. It was he that was required to move the spider to an undisclosed location, release it, and then stamp it into oblivion lest it spread its genetic material and breed the next generation of even larger spiders.

I will admit, it was very big – the biggest our house has seen. Now it is very dead.