Attack of the Hobos

Imagine the horror: I'm feeding Bailey in our basement media room when, out of the corner of my eye, I spy something the size of my fist scurry across the carpet. "I must save the family," I thought as I sprung into action with broom and flashlight, ready to take on the invader. It was a massive spider, the Hobo, in the house to mate with other Hobos and chew on things unlucky to become its prey. Three Hobos met the business-end of my broom that night. Needless to say, we moved our sleeping arrangement upstairs in fear of becoming midnight snacks for any Hobos I might have missed. The next day I took on the house, armed with Home Depot goodies, to eliminate the Hobo superhighway into our house. Mission accomplished.