Jenn was cleaning out the basement closet today, and came across some more of our eight-legged housemates. Two were already dead, but one big one was still limping along. I grabbed the trusty battle axe, aka a thick book, and ventured in. A couple of quick mashes with the book, and our buddy was curled up. Jenn broke out the handy-vac and sent him on his way. I haven't seen any of the creepy crawlies scooting across the floor since our first run in. I guess they got the message.