I am a murderer. A spider killer. It's true. It was Suzanne in the back yard with a can of hairspray and a broom.
Last Friday, I had decided that Bertha had to go. Enough was enough. She was a spider after all, not a beloved cuddly pet like Mr. Bacon. Also, my neighbors weren't psyched about 100's and 100's of babies to be just like her and I can't say that I blame them. Bertha was cool. She was a little bit fascinating. But she was keeping me from my garage when the power was out (which it was out from Wednesday around midnight until Saturday afternoon---MISERABLE) because that door is the only one that can be opened when there is no power. And her web was filled with bugs and looking a hot mess. Oh, and she didn't eat the bugs I most wished she would---MOSQUITOS. That's like getting a cat that doesn't eat mice-what the heck else are they good for?!
I won't get all Dexter on you and give you the graphic details on how I did the deed. Just know it was quick.
RIP Bertha 2011-2011.