When my parents decided to move out into the country (out of nostalgia purely), we went to a house that was beautiful. We moved in and found out that everything was not as it seemed. It was infested with giant wolf spiders. Giant maybe as in a size of a 50 cent piece but honestly, these fuckers were large and in charge. Apparently they ran the house. So my parents, freaked out and pissed, decided to wage a war against these fuckers. We had spider traps everywhere and sprayed every web. However it seemed like every week, we'd find a new egg sac or worse, a recently hatched sac that had dozens of tiny spiders crawling around in a web.
They were everywhere and eventually, I was used to it:
"Oh, a spider crawled out of a corner in the bathroom. Hey, at least its not a big one."
"Gee, I woke up to three spider bites this morning. Beats the time I had four."
"A new egg sac? This is the biggest one yet."
We never were able to win the war. We were able to control them to the point where it was a once in a while thing to see them. We moved out years later to a house (again, in the country) where it didn't have any spiders. Still doesn't. It was about 10 miles away so I'm lost as to why one place was spider infested and another one wasn't. The old house was surrounded by what seems to be a mass population of cicadas too. I miss the old shells they used to leave behind.