Gotta change my tactics. Go outside and slap it off the screen with a shoe? ((No, dumbasses, I'm not smashing it; the force to kill her would tear the screen offa the ferame.) So I go around back, and when I get there, I realize it's locked. Can't have any of that. I knock her off and she runs and hides somewhere in the house. No way. Fuck, come back in, and GAAAKKK! SHE'S GONE!!!! I’m cool. Fucking cooler than Shaft. Then there she is. Get a grip, you sauce-brained ninny. So I slowly open the screen, get a shoe and hold it on the outside odf the screen while I prepare to cover her with a cup, all set, Cool as all fuckout, when . . . she moves! And fast. Black widows may have fat asses, but they can fucking bolt. I trip her up and she falls in my cup, throw her on the flooor, and squash her with my wife’s shoe.
One cool motherfucker I am.
Then the next night after dinner, I finished bragging about all this whren I open the screen door and notice it’s getting stuck. We have mulch near the door, and some little sticks and stringy bark are stuck near the groove. I remove them, and see some more near the edge andf pullthem away, whrn one of the strings of bark starts moving and growing a fat fucking ass with a red hourglass shape on the bottioom. It all happened in a nanosecond and as I’m holding this thing by the leg she's spastically squirming and tries to bite me but gets my thumbnail as I try to shake her off in the backyard, but the shake doesn’t work, she’s holding on, then off she flies, but comes floating back to my leg like a yo yo because of the damn web she 's hanging from, I move my leg out of the way, and she lands. On the fucking screen door where she sprints for the edge (leading into my house) and I take my wife’s shoe and smash the fuck out of that demonspawn miodstride, leaving a 4 inch-long dirty, black-specked dirty red/brown gooey skidmark down the screen, six feet away from where my lloving family finished their pasta only 15 minutes ago.
There was only one thing I could do at thast momnent: medication.



