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TIFU by living next to Spider-Man

This is a pretty wild post. I’m hoping some of you may know a thing or two about spiders. Before I get into the story, I’d like to say that I do not have any proof or evidence at this moment.

I recently moved into a condo with my lovely girlfriend and upon moving in, we noticed a ton of dead spiders in the floor. The house wasn’t ever in any bad shape, so it was odd seeing this many spiders. We were only seeing dead spiders, none were living. We figured it was just from the house being unoccupied for X amount of time. Keep in mind, I live in a condo. So our house is directly connected to the house next door.

After moving in and getting settled, we began finding more and more living spiders. We have two cats and sometimes our cats will find one and chase it around or I’ll suddenly stumble upon one chilling on the living room floor or something.

The other night, my girlfriend and I were out grocery shopping pretty late. We returned home and our neighbor from across the street was outside walking her dog. We hadn’t met her yet, so we decided to introduce ourselves. The lady was really nice, told us about her job, how long she has lived in the neighborhood, etc..

Then my girlfriend asked about the house next door. My girlfriend and I always thought the house may have been in the market since no one was ever home. The lady let out a sigh as if she was preparing to give us bad news.

She told us that someone does in fact own the house, but he lives with his mother out of town and rarely visits the house. The man’s nickname is “Spiderman”. Because he allegedly breeds spiders in his home. According to our neighbor, Spider-Man’s mother actually owns the home and is paying for the home, but he took the house for himself. So this man has an entire second home to do whatever he wants with.

She continued to tell us that when he does visit (which is only a few times a year), when he gets out of his vehicle, he will put some waterproof covers over his shoes, and pours water in front of his feet while he walks up the path to his front door. He never lets anyone else in his house. She also mentioned that there is word on the street that this man has killed a few cats before.

I have no idea what to do or even think of this situation. Sorry for the long post. Hopefully when I get home (currently at work) I can post some photos of the spiders I’m finding in my home. One day I’d love to post an update but I doubt I’ll ever know the truth. Maybe I should befriend him next time he visits.

TL;DR Moved next door to Spider-man. He keeps web-swinging in the neighborhood and I can’t keep the webbing off of my house. It’s really annoying and sticky.

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