Banana spiders have appeared in droves. They have spun their webs [their decietful lies] prolifically and in the general vicinity of our front porch. We host these colorful visitors yearly, sure, but this is ridiculous: they have come on like gangbusters.
The wife and I have been discussing the fate of these eight-leggers, as I like to call them. She thinks we need to take action, and I have taken the high road: "Nah," I say, "let's not disturb them -- banana spiders are people too." [I may have overstated things]
For now the spiders remain untouched, un-swept-away- with-a-broom. They are friendly enough, afterall. [I may give them all names.]