For the past three nights, we've been spider wranglers. The first night, the night they hatched, there were a couple dozen of them that we caught and put outside. Last night we caught about eight more. Tonight we caught about that many again. There are still a couple hiding in the cracks in the panelling in the room (we tried to coax them out to catch them and put them outside, but they weren't cooperating).

While I still find the presence of many baby spiders to be both amusing and a blessing (yes, I really regard it as a blessing and as a positive sign of some sort, but then, I rather like spiders; I would imagine if you didn't like them, you wouldn't take it quite so positively), I'm wondering just how many nights Andrew and I will be in our room with a jar and a small broom (to chase them to where they can be caught), wrangling spiders...