Each morning, as I go outside into the yard, I wave a stick in front of me to tear away all the webs that have appeared overnight. There are hundreds of them! It is a shame to destroy such magnificent work, but they do make it difficult to complete daily chores.
The worst is when I charge out, forgetting about the spiders and their webs, only to have a face coated in web... and maybe spider. A little, manic dance follows, with me checking again and again that none of the eight legged creatures are attached to me.
I took this photo last night on our back deck. The spider had caught a Christmas beetle, and was preparing its meal.