that bitch went down! fatal mistake bitch ass spiders, above the couch enables me to stand on the couch a reach you with my trusty broom. bitches.

damn these vaulted ceilings! he's positioned himself above my couch. this spider must go down.

alas, he was clearly a soldier simply on recon work. a comrad has arrived. this new foot soldier has stationed himself in a more strategic location. i must plot my next move before they attack!

oh my worthy foe, you are no match for me when armed with a mop.

he has moved across the room which is better, but he has moved to the peak of my vaulted ceiling, out of reach even with a broom.

motherfucker is back.