I did the dishes last night, and an hour later I went back into my pantry and turned the light on. I felt something fibrous and sticky...I knew it had to be a spider web, but when the light came on, I saw this 3" from the end of my finger: So of course I scremed like a little girl and shook my finger violently to free it...it fell to the floor, and I pinned it with a broom, and swept it into a baggie. I had killed a couple of these in my basement, and that freaked me out enough, but now they were in my kitchen. This sucker was plenty big. Turns out it's a garden spider...but my gut reaction was it was a killer. So I brought it to work and classified it as such online, and I feel better, but where there's one, there's 1000 more you aren't seeing. Looks like it's time for a call to the Orkin man. Anyone else hate them spider thangs?