Ha, thought you guys would like a good morning wake-up call.
I was taking Gemma outside and I see that Fat Albert just chilling on the kitchen floor. Immediately I was at an impasse. The dog had to go outside for reasons. I needed to stay inside so I could keep an eye on this thing so I wouldn't have to firebomb the house and flee like I was Coach in Poltergeist. The spider won out. I opened the door and let the dog out. Tip-toed over the behemoth to acquire a paper towel. Folded it in half and put the hand-hammer down on that bitch. One of its legs popped off and shot about 2 feet away. It crunched, but I never did pop the belly.



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