The trouble with killing spiders, especially inside, is that there is a resulting mess to clean up. The resulting mess is problematic, on account of where and how You Did The Deed.

A totally irrelevant pider picture…our Gloria.  never a smidgeon of trouble, on account of being An Outdoors Pider…wiv seven legs!

Gloria

It may very well be, that you..or your action, has caused unrecoverable damage, and is Instantly Regrettable. Possible scenarios include the breaking of glassware, or other irrepairable/irreplacable object d’art, stains, smears, sticky messes, and suchlike. Insecticide usually leaves a cloud of..smell, in some cases of the pungent variety. Using this euthanasia tool can be problematic, because the critter may not succumb straight away, but linger on, dragging its poorly self to dark and inaccessible corners. In this unhappy scenario, there Is Still A Problem, on account of She Who Shall Be Obeyed knows that It’s Still There, potentially lurking in in the ambush position. Marital harmony is Not Maintained under these circumstances.

In this day and age of smart devices, what you need  is one that will take care of this unenviable but vital chore. Maybe not to euthanise said critter, and having to deal with the aftermath, but to merely trap the poor bugger, immobilise it, take it outside, and Let It Go. After all, if it wasn’t for spiders, we’d all be ankle deep in blowies, and insects of all other descriptions. Now, I happen to think that spiders are, at the very least, vital to the running of the worlds economy, and A Very Good Thing.

Marital harmony, however, is very important in the scheme of things, and not to be underestimated, undervalued or unappreciated.

So, at our place, we actually have one of these smart devices.

Requires little to no maintenance, cheap to run, and, as any farmer knows, a kind word to malfunctioning machinery is almost guaranteed to bring you positive results. A negative word to a piece of machinery is Never advisable. Take, for instance, Dad in his heyday, having to deal with a Toby dog. I have previously written about the relationship between these two..

Toby was such a sensitive soul, and Dad just couldn’t but help fly off the handle big time, when Things Went Wrong. Which they often did, when the two of them embarked on a ..to Dads mind..crucial mission. It did him no good at all to yell at..poor, misunderstood, unappreciated Toby dog..you’d see him visibly shrink..and scarper. Sometimes, all the way home, bit of a bugger, if there wasn’t another puppy around to play with el sheepie baas. Yeah, actually, Toby was the last in a long line of dads sheep dogs, a tad sensitive to getting yelled at..before him there was Sally, Spider, and Ringo, to name a few. Sandy dog was around when us kids were a lot closer to the ground.. May have gotten them mixed up, but a good story nethertheless.  On me, if you look closely enough, you can just make out a few tooth marks, courtesy Sandy dog.

Oh. the above mentioned smart device?

The Billisaurus!