My daughter ran up the basement stairs this morning to tell me that she dropped a can of paint on a big spider. I've raised her right. For
years I've covered over the hideous beasts with whatever I had close
by. Pots, pans, jars, what have you. I'd leave them there and then when
the man came home I'd tell him to go take care of what was underneath. I'm glad I was able to pass this on to her.