Squash the competition
The other day, I came back inside from cleaning out Bunny so she would look all spiffy for her new owner and there was a spider making himself at home in one of the folds of material on my sweatshirt. I appropriately freaked out and threw my keys across the room and did the spider-on-me! spider-on-me! dance. I searched high and low but didn’t find the spider anywhere. I promptly forgot about the incident. Until just now when I discovered the spider hanging out on the bar/countertop. I squashed him with a double box of saline solution.