Birthing a Generation of Hate

I just found a spider on my wall. Wedging itself in the corner between ceiling and wall. When it arrived at said destination is unknown. I haven’t seen a spider in such a position in, easily, two months. I thought I had swallowed them all in my sleep. I did not know that one persisted. Perhaps it has recently hatched. This would mean there are siblings which must be done away with. I would prefer it to be a lone renegade spider that had escaped my previous assault. One rebel is much better than a family’s worth of children that knows I killed their parents.