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I left a downstairs window open for a whole day under the mistaken assumption that it had a screen in it. Now we’re infested with spiders, mosquitos, and other small wildlife.

Currently I’m not killing or evicting spiders. The spider eviction policy may change when my wife reads this, but I figure I’ll let nature fight it out until we decide to bugnuke the house.

In the meantime, I’m hoping the spiders win. It’s for selfish reasons. I have a lot of mosquito bites, but (so far) the spiders aren’t eating me. They do kinda creep me out though. I think they’re watching me while I sleep.

One benefit of this little ecological experiment is that my son is shedding his fear of spiders.

Recently my son and I saw a spider scurry across the wall. We talked it over, and we both agreed that although spiders can be pretty fast, a speeding bullet is definitely faster.

Obviously we didn’t need to talk about who would win a race between Spiderman and Superman, but I decided to ask him anyway:

Me: “If Spiderman and Superman had a race, who would win?”

Son: “I’m guessing Batman!”

I’m pretty sure Batman is the right answer. The only way to win the race is not to race at all. He must have watched War Games when I wasn’t looking.

Candid superhero photo borrowed without asking from The Mego Museum.