Here’s the punchline: you will never have a completely spider-free home. And honestly? You don’t want one. They eat mosquitos, clothes moths, and cockroaches. They’re the ugly, fast, terrifying bouncers of your humble abode.
So the goal isn’t zero spiders. The goal is acceptable spider levels. A couple small ones in the corner of the garage? Fine. A football-sized monster dropping onto your head from the ceiling fan? War.
Use the traps, spray the peppermint, seal the cracks. And if all else fails, just name the big one. Ours is called “Boris.” We’ve come to an uneasy truce: Boris stays in the basement, and I don’t cry when I see him. You can do this.