Seth and I are sitting in the family room enjoying a break from our hard work in the kitchen (we got both of the new light fixtures installed and all of the new cabinet knobs! It looks AMAZING!!! before & after pics are coming soon...) when something happened to catch my attention out of the corner of my eye. I looked up in time to see something large and black crawling along the floor in front of one of our speakers. I said (very calmly) to Seth, "Uh oh! There's a big bug over there. I think it's either a roach or a spider." He went over to take care of it (I love him.) and then he jumped and exclaimed, "It's a wolfie!" As in a wolf spider. That's right. The big ones. So I gave him my shoe to smush it and as he lowers the shoe he jumps even higher and said "S%$&! Go get the bug spray!" Apparently, when he went to smash the spider, a whole bunch of BABIES JUMPED OFF IT'S BACK!!! That's right. It was a mama spider who was carrying her babies through our house and when they saw the shoe heading their way they all scattered. Thankfully he got all of them - or so he told me. And I will choose to believe him.
I will look at it this way: it's that many fewer spiders running around this place. And perhaps their little spider screams scared off any other spiders from coming into our house. If we're lucky.