A spider will breech the safety of our super tall ceilings,
and decide to come murder me.
Mike will decide to laugh at my terror,
instead of saving me gallantly.
I have to take action.
So, I don my long sleeved bathrobe (in case it tries to jump on my arms),
put a large towel over my head (in case it tries to jump on my head),
and hum "the imperial march" (to intimidate mr. spider),
THEN, I go at it with Mike's shoe.
He then has to dispose of the body,
as I am still unsure it's really dead.
gotta do, what ya gotta do.