Spider War: Day 2

After spending about 20 minutes on the front porch squishing and squishing the guts out of nasty spiders...I am pretty much nauseated and ready for a shower, because I am so sure that I missed one and it maliciously crawled up my pants or something and now it's biting me and spinning webs all inside my clothes.

After the shower:

I really hate spiders, and I think killing them is about as bad as letting them live. As if they know about my challenge, suddenly I am finding dozens of hairy spider sacs (spider eggs, if you will) hidden all around my porch and gutters. They are stockpiling their offspring, but now that I'm on to this little scheme...beware. If all else fails, I'm getting a chiuaua. They were originally bred in Mexico to be spider hunters. So, as often as I have made fun of these goofy, stupid, yipping kick dogs, I would now like to own one. The neighbors have pledged to help me hide it from my husband until he gets used to the idea. HE won't...I think it's because I call him Chiuaua man when he buzzes his chest hair in the summer. As weird as that is, I must respect his decision, because I have no clue what a hairy mane like that must do to body temperature. Just as he has no idea what bearing a child does to body temp (and sex drive) in the summer. Back to the mat...