The Christmas tree is stored on the built in shelves in the garage. I merrily go out there and drag it in and put it up. I then go back out and start pulling boxes down for the house decorations. Well the first spider, I handled it admirably well if I do say so myself! I tried to bolt , hit 115 lbs of pit bull who was helping me. I hit the floor (note: even though I hit the floor, forward momentum never stopped). I made it back into the house (WHEW!!). I wait five minutes and go back out ( I can do this, I know I can). I move two more boxes and you should have seen the size of the spider that came out. I am surprised that I haven't walked into the garage and interrupted this thing with one of my chicks on a spit over a bonfire. If I threw this thing in a pot of boiling water, it would qualify as King crab! I come bolting into the house screaming bloody murder and TBG say "oh for heavens sake, just kill it!" Doesn't he understand it's not a fair fight? I think the spider is bigger than me. I left the boxes where I dropped them. The Big Guy went out, looked, and then asks me where the dog is sleeping since I left the boxes down. I tell him it's not my problem, the dog can work it out with the spider. I figure the dog has been sleeping in there for 2 years so they must have some kind of agreement. It's winter, aren't those nasty things supposed to hibernate, die or go south for the winter? So I have decided all we need this year is the tree. If anybody wants Christmas decorations around the house, they can have at it!