Strike two, spiders!

So we were enjoying a lovely conversation Friday evening with our friend Josh, when another wooly mammoth-sized spider came waltzing out from who knows where, bold as all get out. How lucky that I'm married to a skilled exterminator, who just happened, quite coincidentally, to be wearing his Spiderman t-shirt. It's always good, though, to look on the bright side of things, and so I am thankful that while we may wake up one morning to find that our legs have been gnawed off by the surviving members of the spider's family, we do not have an honest-to-goodness termite infestation like my poor parents.