This reminded me of a joke; A little girl saw spiders mating on the garden. She asked her father, "What are the spiders doing, daddy?" To which, her father replied, "They are mating." The girl asked again, "What is the spider on top called?" "They are called Daddy's long legs, honey," "So the one below is called Mommy's long legs, right? She said. "No, both are Daddy's long legs," Her father responded. She thought for a while and suddenly got up and stomped the spiders flat. "Well, we're not having any of THAT in our garden!" So my answer is I'm going to STOMP them flat like those spiders.