I'm telling you, this BEAST was gigantic and apparently carried its own luggage. When I smashed it with the closest thing to me, a giant suitcase, many tiny relatives tried to high tail it out of my way. They were smashed, too, although I had to change weapons to get to them. The mop came in handy.
Generally speaking, if you have more than 4 legs, you aren't welcome in my home. Ditto that if you have wings and a stinger.
Do you know what kind of beast this is? It's a wolf spider, and damned if it doesn't carry its offspring right on its body. Don't think that didn't surprise me. I thought I was watching the movie, Arachnophobia. Really.
I'm never going in that basement again.
Now pass the emesis basin. I think I'm going to be sick.