Last night, just past midnight, I was hunting down a mosquito in the bedroom with the high-voltage executioner. It had been making those high-pitched, whining, low-passes over me in bed; Clare merely cowered beneath the duvet.
We have plenty of spiders on the ceiling and in the high corners of the room. I was shouting at them, "Hey, slackers. Do your job!"
On my second foray I spotted the damn thing on the ceiling directly above where my head lies. It was duly incinerated with 20,000 volts.