The Husband and I worked in the front yard this morning. Our shrubs were threatening to take over our home so that needed to be fixed because they afforded the local black widow population too much space to play, prey and repopulate.
So we broke out the gloves and the hedge trimmer and I donned my knee-high rubber boots (after shaking them out vigorously, just in case. I have a thing about spiders hiding in my rubber boots.)
And after a little more than an hour of me trimming (Jason declined the 'honor' as apparently 'picky' is too light an adjective to describe my preference) and him cleaning up the clippings and weeding, we were left with this transformation.