Spider hunting is a great distraction. It only takes seconds. This fellow was right in my face. “Hello, chicken food!” said I, ever so gently. Then I set him aside on my spectacles case, rather stunned:
I then turned my head only to see this staring me in the face, sucking the brains out of something or other:
So, I set him aside as well. Chickens love an extra spider if they can get one. This last spider lost a few legs and got rather tangled up, as you can see. Doesn’t matter to chickens, who make such spiders into eggs for the breakfast of yours truly, and then poop the rest out. The latter bit is not for breakfast.
– Sorry.
– Back to work now.
[[ Did I mention I love our Lord's good creation?]]
[[ Don't forget. Adam and his wife were the creation our Lord called very good. But then Adam fell and we weren't to be good at all, unless we would be redeemed. And we were. We are now better than very good. And when we keep up with the Sacraments, we won't later be smacked down and fed to someone not in heaven.]]
Accompany me, Father George David Byers, S.S.L., S.T.D., as I begin life as a Catholic Priest-Hermit by choice. Holy Souls Hermitage is dedicated to the sanctification of my fellow priests, bishops, deacons & seminarians going through the purgatory of this life or the next. Prayer and sacrifice go up, of course, for both Benedict XVI and the next Successor of Saint Peter. 
Ewwwwww!
There is only one spider I like and they are garden spiders that only leave the web to lay eggs and spin them in the sack. I have had two pet “Charlottes” but had none this year. Other spiders met their maker quickly when they come inside. I have a home made mixture of natural stuff that I use to keep them out of the house and the tornado shelter.
Found another black widow in the house, and one right on the doorstep. Have to check those seldom used crannies more often. A bit of advice: Remember to check behind the toilet, where the water valve is, and the back of the bowl- it is a place that is pretty inaccessible and lazy housekeepers like me don’t think about it often unless they see a problem. More than once I have killed a big ugly black widow in that area that I just happened to notice while it was out for a stroll on its practically invisible web; within biting distance of some unsuspecting person’s leg. Those who have outhouses or port-a-potties can use a flashlight to check beneath the rim of the seat as well- my sister was bitten as a child and it nearly killed her. Just sayin’ …