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So I live in Utah. And apparently hobo spiders live in Utah, too. On the surface, I am okay with this arrangement. However, I do not like hobo spiders that live in Utah that live in MY HOUSE. This one was in the recycling bin today. He (or she, how am I supposed to know?) was apparently hanging with my empty cans of Diet Coke when he was discovered by Matt, who promptly let me meet him as well (probably unnecessary since I could’ve lived without this encounter, just for future reference…).

Because neither of us really wanted to touch it, we took the bin outside and shook him out of it. I was planning on letting him live, so long as he scurried off away from the house. Alas, he was either directionally-challenged or just stupid. When I saw he was heading homeward–as in, MY HOME, homeward, well, he had to die. It was his choice, however, so I feel no remorse. Had he went to the neighbor’s, he’d be spinning happy little hobo webs right now. Too bad for him, I guess. So in a way, I guess this post is his obituary. That photo is actually him pre-squashing, as we are a family that likes to trap bugs and then photograph them for our amusement. And, for all y’all who don’t live in poisonous spider-land, well, I wanted you to see why I’d be so grossed out.