I Can Take Care of Myself

S and I always have a little heart to heart before he leaves about what to do in case of X, Y, and Z. Sometimes it's silly, but mostly it's not. What to do in case of a flat tire, who to call in case of emergency, what to do if I somehow find myself downtown at night in an uncomfortable or dangerous situation... and so on. 

So I like to let him know when I have truly done something on my own that I would normally have done for me by someone else.

Like last night.

It's so fat and gross.

Now, normally, I would remain perched in a high place of not-anywhere-near-the-bug. But, I decided not to ignore it in the hallway and DO SOMETHING BRAVE AND INDEPENDENT. So I trapped it under a glass and sent a picture of it to S with the caption, "I told you I can take care of myself."

It was a very proud moment.

Until today, when I got home from work and kicked over the glass I had left on the floor (because I didn't want to kill the spider and also it was late and I was not feeling like carrying or throwing it anywhere in the dark). 

I shattered the glass, thereby releasing the fat spider into the hallway, and promptly noticed lots of dust floating around on the ground. Except it was spiders. Lots of baby spiders. 

Motherfucker gave birth to spiders after I trapped it in the glass. Or I induced labor by giving it a fright when I kicked it into the hallway.

Either way, they were scattering everywhere, so I quick grabbed another PLASTIC cup and expertly placed it over top of the motherspider to trap any remaining babies as well. I grabbed a paper towel and squished all the ones crawling away. It took a few seconds too many to find something to squish them with. I knew in the back of my mind it had to be something I would be able to throw away, but this morning was trash day, so all my would-be-useful trash was outside in the bin.

I can just imagine how many spiders are in there now.

Problem solved.

So now there is a plastic cup sitting in the hallway that has lots of spiders in it and I'm going to leave it there to go make a sandwich. I've had enough spider for the afternoon, and I feel like I cannot deal with this development appropriately at the moment. I almost knocked myself out grabbing the broom to sweep up all the glass.

Hopefully, I killed all the baby spiders I didn't trap with the cup. And hopefully. I don't kick over the cup again before I can figure out what to do with it.

What do you guys do about the problems you don't normally solve by yourself? Also, does anyone recognize what kind of spider this is?