Kitchen Massacre

Last night, right before I turned off the kitchen light to go to bed, I saw a wolf spider stealthily creeping across the floor in front of the kitchen sink.

I dropped a rolled up paper towel on top of it.

And it blew up. Dozens and dozens of tiny, baby wolf spiders careened off of the mother spreading out over the kitchen floor.

A couple of sprays from the can of Raid ended the odyssey. Just call me the Butcher of Cobb Road.