I squished the spider and decided it would be OK to torch the egg sac. Grabbed a BBQ lighter and lit it up.
About 10,000,000 baby blackwidow spiders came boiling out of it, all over the truck and, all over me!
I expended a full can of brake cleaner killing the little monsters, I had the creepy crawlies for 3 days after that.
The next morning I went to war.
Nope. Nope. Nope. I don't kill spiders anymore unless all body parts are well clear of any potential offspring.
Few years ago, was coming home one afternoon with Charlie on his leash and a drink in one hand, a bag of groceries and my house keys in the other. As I approached the door, I saw what I thought was a fiddler crab sitting square in front of it. On closer inspection, and while trying to keep Charlie from eating it, I saw it was a huge spider. And by huge, I don't mean "Amy's idea of huge" I mean huge by anyone's standard, at least two inches from front to rear. And fat. Having no free hands and nothing I could be sure would kill it in my hands, I had no choice but to step on it because I sure as hades wasn't going to risk it jumping on me as I stepped over it or let it eat my dog.
So I worked up my courage and stomped, which resulted in a sickening crunch, followed immediately by 10,000,000 babies swarming out from under my flip flop, across my toes, and spreading out from there in every direction.
Never. Again.
Not two weeks later, opened the same door and was about to step out when I saw another spider, roughly the same size, in the same spot. This time, I slipped on a pair of boots (just in case), grabbed my can of spider spray, and doused it good. Turns out, spider spray does not prevent the spontaneous birthing of 10,000,000 babies. But at least that time my feet were protected and I could slam the door.
I used the back door for two months after that.
As to you, HeroHog, watch your back.