Battle…
Last night when I went to sleep (a couple of hours after Irene), I found one of Irene’s greatest fears scurrying across the bathroom floor…a spider.
This one stopped as soon as I turned on the light. I swear it was staring at me. I pondered my options. My usefulness as a husband in Irene’s eyes basically boils down to taking out the garbage on Wednesdays and dealing with any spiders in the house. But not killing them- she doesn’t want them killed, just removed from the house. But this spider was pretty big, and so I had to improvise a trap.