I still have pictures of the asshole orb weaver that decided to bar me from leaving my house at freaking five o’clock in the morning. That was a very, very unpleasant realization. Then there was another one that decided to make my entire cabin (it was a one roomer, so very wide for the kitchen/living room) it’s webspace. Like, I’m okay if they build a web across my window, or in a corner, but not in my areas. They aren’t paying enough of the rent to get that privilege.