[Julien]

Originally Posted by Hollylane

I've been staring at a spider, with the circumference (including legs) of a quarter, for about an hour now. It is making itself a new home on the inside of my bedroom window. It is taking all of my willpower to not squish it with a shoe, and run screaming from the room from the resulting trauma.

If I squish it, Gaige will make me feel guilty for dispatching a "harmless" spider that is apparently minding its own business. Herein lies the trouble. Since I cannot get near enough with a cup without having a heart attack, and Gaige can't come over and escort it outside for me, should I just leave it and wait for the inevitable spider bite (They like how I taste), or let the cats in? Hmmmm.....

Kitty kitty kitty.....

What a dilemma for you. I personally can't stand spiders, so good luck with that.