Over lunch, I asked Justin what he did with the spider. Because, generally, he’s on the side of letting the things go free outside. Because he’s much nicer than me. I made the comparison of spiders and robbers. Once they’ve made the decision to cross the line into my house, I feel very little compunction about using violence. I’m also apparently more violent than my husband.
Anyway. He did let it go outside. However, to my great delight, it was in the 40s this morning. When he went back to look a while later, the spider had curled up into a tight, frozen, dead lump.
Ha! Take that, freaky legs!!!