Spiders

My husband hates spiders (and scorpions, and snakes, etc.) with a passion.  Much more so than me.  He's been wandering around the house tonight with a broom handle, a wipe rubber-banded to the top of it, and a flashlight to kill as many spiders as he can find on the ceilings.  It's the funniest thing ever to watch, especially since he talks to himself while he does it.  "Squish!  Squish!  Squish!"  I can't help snorting every time I hear him go by muttering that.  Hopefully the spiders get the memo to move out, or else the husband will be squishing them mercilessly!