Originally Posted by rowan

There was a big huntsman sitting on a wall adjacent to the entry walkway of a weekender house I'd just driven an hour to get to. My wife refused to enter the property and wanted to go home. It was 10 fucking pm and I was tired. After a bit of arguing (I refused to kill it) we managed to reach a compromise: I covered her view of it with a magazine as she walked past. It was gone by the next morning... to where, nobody knows. <spooky music>