I've had a pet spider outside my sliding glass door for the last couple of months. She's doing an awesome job catching insects. She's graduated from the various plant pests, and is taking on "big game".
"Big game" includes me; I accidently backed through her web while moving a refrigerator just now.
Yikes!! Web shredding and wrapping around my head, sticky and shivery. She cleverly stayed up in her hidey-corner, so I didn't skoosh her as I was jumping around in a panic. I've got to go shower now, this webby hairstyle has certainly got to go.
Damn. There's a spider in my shower. Where's my spider jar?