What's a girl to do?

My evening meditation somehow spurred a dusting jag. Who am I to argue when my Yoda sense tells me to sweep softly the excess dirt?

So I opened up a package of those Pledge Grab-it wipes and got to it. I dusted high and low. In the kitchen and the hall. I dusted the fire extinguisher. The toaster. My original cast recording of Sesame Street.

I went to the bedroom and discovered lots of kitty hair seemingly floating in the air and set to getting rid of it.

That's when I discovered one wee spider, and then another, had set up shop near my loveseat. I'd wrecked utterly the home of one of them and partially the home of the other. I apologized and stopped dusting.

So here is my quandary: Does the spider have the Buddha-nature? Ok, kidding. But I really don't want to kick the spiders out. Winter is a-comin' and they're being all good and nesting at the opposite corner of where my bed is, as opposed to crawling into my ears at night.. But spiders and cat hair in your bedroom? Um, hello crazy person. Sometimes I do not know what level of wack it is safe to embrace.

Sigh.