I lost him last night. And finally found him this morning up the corner of the living room making a web.
Well I caught it.
Pinned down, not happy.
And, looking up at the corner of the room where it will surely take at least three brooms to get all that spider web off, I decided the fate of the spider.
Turns out, boiled spider legs taste like liquorice.
He is about the right size for the web on the house next door. I keep hoping to tell Dean that I am very scared of his spider. Anything that could make a web that big scares even me.