"My first instinct was to kill the spider. I watched it scurry across the floor, so I took a running leap and landed on top of it with the heel of my right foot. I stood over the spider's carcass smiling with satisfaction, then decided she wasn't dead enough. So with the heel of my right foot, I viciously ground the spider's carcass into the concrete. Then I picked up the remnants, put it in an old coffee can, doused it with lighter fluid, stood back, lit a match, and dropped it inside. Mmmm... black widow flambeau!"
- RO after a nasty black widow bite Sunday morning.