I am friend to all spiderkind. My house is full of hobos (like brown recluse but one cunthair less heinous with the bites) and I just let 'em be. Unless they're in my way and then they get a free trip outside. Unless it's winter then I put 'em in the basement. Here's a pic of the second biggest hobo I ever seen. He was on my garage wall.
If I wake up in the morning and find myself bitten, it's fucking war. I'll turn over beds, couches, whatever the fuck to find where that fucker is or came from. If I happen to get lucky and find the HQ of that bastard, I do something extreme, like put a flamethrower to that shit or dump a shitload of broken glass and embaling fluid on it and blow smoke in the area, make the queen watch before I pull her legs off one by one and put the flame to her. Talk shit the whole time, too. Tore apart my basement once as a kid but took a whole shitload of those motherfuckers down in the process.
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