i watched a huge, ugly gray scary wolf spider die yesterday. we were at the old landfill filling huge black tubs with compost soil when i pulled a bucket from the back of the truck and out hopped the aggressor. i screamed bloody murder, dropped the bucket, spun in a circle and probably jumped up and down before trying to crawl into a ball, still standing. i then watched this creepy fucker hop across the gravel to the scorching hot asphalt road, popping each leg up one at a time, moving erratically, the ground too hot for its tiny little delicate feet. after a few moments of gleefully watching its agony, the spider lay still on the asphalt. like a child, i picked up a large gravel pebble and threw it at the offender, the rock bouncing just inches from its hairy disgustingness. no movement. still, i was too terrified of it to approach. just like that, this thing was wrenched from its cool, dark home in the bucket to be thrown onto the surface of the sun, or close enough on the screaming hot sarasota asphalt.