I just crushed a wee spider running over my desk, second one in as many days. I'm normally not bothered about wee spiders, the big ones like Felix's freak me out though, and as I think that one's sister is dotting about my house laying eggs, and I'm guessing these wee ones are it's spawn. I'm exercising a zero tolerance policy, on the theory that they're going to be big cunts in a few months time. I'm even going to hoover the place, so great is my animosity. Layers of protective dust will be peeled off the skirting board.
I don't mind the ones like marmz posted there, in the garden, on hedges, minding their own business, tending their web, they're cool, I can even have them crawling on me without any bother. It's the big intruders that do my nut in. I'm sitting watching the telly or more likely posting on BL and a thing the size of a child's hand scurries over the wall? Get to fuck! Go and live in the jungle you evil many-legged sac of ooze.