I look out the window over my bed one morning and discover there’s a fat spider on a web right in the middle between the glass and the screen. I think there’s a second one hiding in the corner. But what’s worse… the spider in the middle is now a proud mother. Now there’s a couple dozen more tiny arachnids right by my head at night. O.o Could a certain someone please rehome them soon? I get it’s nearing the spoopy season but this is too far!