Every summer we've been in the house, our neighborhood has somehow managed to attract some sort of weird bug. The first year, it was moths the size of robins. I kid you not, one of them had its talons wrapped around one of our window screens and nearly flew off with the thing. Year two, we had giant grasshoppers absolutely swarming; I swear they were picking up small children and feasting on them. Last year, it was ladybugs. Nothing freakish about these; there were just billions of them, climbing on everything in site. Every time we went to our car, the hubcaps were coated with them.
Well, this year, we have giant mutant spiders. One of them was spinning a web on our back door this evening. H and I briefly considered just abandoning the house and letting it win, but H decided to muster his courage and beat it to death with a shovel. I was paralyzed; I screamed and locked the door until I was certain that it was dead. I may not know much about spiders, but I am fairly certain this one was perfectly capable of turning the doorknob and entering the house.
The thing was the size of my head!!