The Itsy Bitsy Spider....

...went SPLAT.

Ode to my husband:

Thank you, my dear, my sweet, for pummeling this would be predator. You fearlessly trucked outside smashing its hairy body with only brute strength and flip-flops. If it weren't for you, she might have crawled on my head or ended up in the mouth of our son, who likes to eat anything in sight. She was a squishy one; thanks for washing off my shoes.