I wasn’t the only one with living Halloween decorations. I was cleaning the house last weekend and spotted this. Normally I’ve got a live-and-let-live approach to spiders, but I can understand arachnophobia after seeing this critter, who probably measured 2-inches from front to back. Boris’ spidey-sense must have warned him I going to the garage for a rolled-up newspaper, because he was gone by the time I got back—thus avoiding the sticky end of his namesake.

Creepy, crawly
Creepy, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly
Creepy, creepy, crawly, crawly…