I'm from SoCal, and, years ago, we had the dreaded Medfly invasion.
To counter that, the state released sterile Medfly males in my neighborhood.
I had just finish stripping my old wooden overhead garage door down to bare wood, and repainting it.
The day the final coat went on, the Medfly truck drove up our street, releasing sterile males.
Well, you guessed it.
They were attracted to the wet paint, and I would up with literally hundreds stuck to it, wriggling and squirming.
I saw that, and steam came out of my ears, but I knew I couldn't do anything until the paint dried and cured, or it would be worse.
The next moring I came out, and, low and behold, all the spiders living in my garage had decended, en masse, on the still living Medflies that were trapped in the paint.
It was epic, like the La Brea tar pits, except that the paint had dried enough for the spiders to come down and feast without getting stuck.
I felt like that guy in Naked Prey, who danced and cheered as the tribesmen chasing him were caught in the brush fire he'd set.
I still don't like the spiders, which occasionally drop down my neck and bite my back, but I give them a little more respect now.
And I never repainted the door. It stayed like it was, legs, wings, and all.
Revenge is sweet!