indiucky
Grandmaster
Wife went to the farm last week...Fridge went out and is not repairable (and with the smell I wouldn't even drink a bottled water out of it) so the house reeked...Wife went out on the back porch and sent me this photo....With the text, "We're coming home...) I went down Monday to check on the fridge and to deal with the spider..I checked one bucket and he wasn't there...Wrong bucket...Went out the other side of the porch and there he was in a 1 gallon pail we use to catch leaks..About the size of my hand...I thought "snake load?" but didn't want to risk shot coming back at me...Sprayed him with hornet spray...A lot...Thought he was dead and then he rose up out of the foam after about three minutes like a scene from a 50's SciFi film....I smashed him with my walking stick.....Worse part was she had not bolted the door from the back porch to the house and a breeze had flung it open...If I would not have went up and killed it I wouldn't be able to sleep in that house.....