Quote Originally Posted by Asiel View Post
If there's one thing that will have me running out of the house it's a spider. I don't care what the size is, I just freak if I spot one. I also never kill one - I just run and scream for someone else to come to my aid...
Limpet used to take care of all spiders for me. Not that she ate them, but she'd do one pounce or pat and then spend another 20 minutes poking the remains and wondering why they weren't doing anything. My mom's horror was caterpillars and she used to whistle up the dog to deal with them.

I don't mind small spiders too much. If it can fit on a penny, I'll live with it. But here we get these great huge leggy things that could grip a baseball, with BODIES the size of a dime, coming up out of the pipes, and I don't care whether it's a fellow creature or not. Problem is, if it's big enough for me to swat, it's also big enough to leave an actual corpse - and that would upset me almost as much as the living object. I'm just unwilling to take responsibility for what my own cowardice drives me to do. I want it gone and the truth is I don't care if it dies for my peace of mind. But I don't want to have to look at the corpse.

My solution to all the angst is the vacuum cleaner