I never thought that I would be cursing Autumn for me having to pick feces up off the floor, but that is what I was doing 30 minutes ago. Our lovely home becomes a spider sanctuary in the cold months. It doesn't matter how often we spray, the little buggers still manage to creep in. Well tonight, a not so little bugger decided it would be awesome to climb on Josie mid-dump. Little Miss Muffit was scared from her tuffet and ran away... while still pooping. The spider is now dead. Not going to lie, when Josie freaked out I thought "How bad could it be?" I am surprised there wasn't a trail of my own urine next to Josie's deposits. The bastard was huge, but at least he is now dead.
Damn you, Autumn. Damn you.
ETA- I have been informed it was a wolf spider. Google that and tell me you wouldn't promptly crap the floor as you flee if one landed on you.
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