If all else fails? Get a cat. My cat loves to eat spiders. It’s terrifying to watch, but it’s effective. She patrols the bedroom like a tiny, fluffy hitman. Or you can embrace the “ignorance is bliss” method. Tell yourself that all spiders are harmless. They aren’t, but the placebo effect is real.
You might still find one in your bathroom at 2 AM. That’s fine. You just need to keep them out of the bed. That’s your sacred space. A place for sleep, snoring, and absolutely zero arachnid drama. Now go make your bed an island. You’ve got this.
