Yep, that's it.
But I'm thinking it might be better to change it to "Squash the Two Brown Recluses."
My dog carried, in his mouth, into the house, yet another brown recluse spider last night. This is the third time in two weeks. He walks around with his cheeks puffed out, looking all sneaky, and then I stupidly pry open his mouth (he's always stealing something) and out pops a spider.
Then I run around like a maniac trying to decide the best angle to stomp the little bugger to death while my dog just sits and watches.
He hasn't gotten bit yet. I'm starting to wonder, how many lives do dogs have?