Just outside our door and also up the stairs two black widows moved in and began their intimidation tactics. Oh, and they were good at what they did! But we didn’t really require their services and not-so-kindly asked them to evacuate (a.k.a. Paul smashed them). Then, my sweet husband began thinking about the spider neighbors and wondered if our fat widow at the top of the stairs was mourning the death of her husband by fooling around with the spider by the door. Could they have made a love child/children?
You may be wondering how I knew they were a boy and a girl. Well, that was the easy part.
The female had a big butt.
The male had a small butt.
They’re just like me and Paul.
|I can neither confirm or deny that this picture may or may not have been photoshopped. . . ;)|
And we destroyed this!! While our butt connection bonded us, at the first convenient moment I ordered Paul to splash them with hairspray and stomp on them with his tennis shoe. Being the guilt sponge that I am I felt terrible thinking, who am I to play Shakespeare and kill off star-crossed lovers? That is, until I read this:
The Back Widow Spider can inflict a painful bite which can be fatal, especially to the young and elderly.Andrea's bedroom, just a few feet from our front door, came to mind and all the spider love in the world can't compare to my love for Andrea. Yup. Those two had to go.