Not even possible to go to sleep in that building after this happened. Fire isn’t enough. A flame thrower isn’t enough. It’s time to napalm your crib and move to outer space. Or better yet, don’t even worry about any of that…it’s over. You’re never going to be able to crawl comfortably into bed after the spiderocalypse. Doesn’t matter where you move or how high your thread count. This is beat-me-in-the-head-til-I-get-amnesia, Eternal Sunshine Spotless Mind my brain situation. Like it never happened.