I choose Jen over spider

Our Christmas tree sits poised, tightly snuggled in our back porch, ready to bring in the holiday season.  As pretty as it is, it's a pain in the ass to jockey around whenever I need tupperware.

My spider was back tonight.  I worry about him.  It's  getting cold.  If he wasn't the size of my head I'd try to sneak him in the house, maybe down in the basement.  Jen would divorce me.
Sorry my spider friend.