Serves you right for killing the poor spider for no reason other than you didn’t like it.
Yeah, if you had any empathy you could’ve directed the puir creature to the nearest waterspout.
If it had been bigger, it might have tasted like shrimp.
I would have thought the spider would have tasted like lobster, a close relative. OK, maybe “close” is stretch, but spiders, crabs, and lobsters have genes in common and are descended from a common ancestor.
I prefer Sweet Baby Ray’s, but reasonable people can have different opinions.
Follow up on the oven. Got a repairman out today to take a look. It’s the main board. Gonna cost about $600 to replace. Since the burners and everything else seems to be working OK, we decided to roll the dice and have it fixed. If we can get another 10 or so years out of it, it will be worth it.
And he says he can have the part in a few days, which also made the decision to fix it a lot easier.
The usual argument for not killing spiders is that they consume annoying and harmful insects. This spider could not have killed anything. Its body was about the size of this dot: (.). It would have been invisible except for its tiny legs. A fly could have a carried it off home as a sort of trophy, serving as a bit of anti-spider Schadenfreude for all the fly’s friends.
Perhaps, but that wasn’t MY argument.
Look at it this way - boiling it probably handled any sanitation concerns, I’d suspect any venom would be inactivated by heat as well, and it was a little extra protein. 
There are plenty of people world-wide who eat ickier things, I’m sure.
The paramount plus app on a ps4 , ps5 and amazon tv is a screaming pile of utter shit.
That is all
Also I’ve had the flu since last Friday and I’m grumpy
Nah, I prefer steamed spider, with just a splash of lemon juice.
Unless it’s one of them hairy ones. Those you gotta throw on the grill.
Am I the only one who remembers good ol’ Spiders Georg?
At least it was just one spider (that you know of).
Years ago we sat down to big bowls of beef stew after working hours in the barn on a cold winter day.
There was a side plate of mixed basil and parsley from our sunroom herb garden and a pair of kitchen scissors. We took turns snipping bits of green onto our stew.
Then my gf noticed the distinct cilantro-like aroma of a damaged stink bug. On the plate she saw half of a stink bug squirming around. We sat there, each poking about our stew, searching for the other half.
Eventually (after 15 seconds) I realized it would never be found. I told my gf, “it’s probably in yours” and began eating. A few seconds later she began eating as well.
And That is How I Ate a Spider Last Night.
I see a childrens book coming!
May you get fleas! 
{{{Precambrianmollusc}}}
Thanks. My life is richer for knowing that.
It is February 29th… and it is time for me to give thanks for things that always deserve thanks being given for but are only worthy of being mentioned once every four years.
Today… I give thanks for… COSTCO Lasagna…
Oddly, yesterday I ate Costco lasagna. It was free - part of an employee appreciation lunch. I’m going to have to think about what might be worth just a little thanks every four years.
My every-four-years mini-rant is my Leapyear birthday (and just my birthday in the off years). It’s just another day to me, still have to work, be domestic, cook, feed pets, pick up dog poop, wouldn’t mind if it sailed by everyone else unnoticed. But no, I have to spend a good portion of my day saying thanks for everyone’s good wishes. At least my wife and my best friend have learned to preface it with “We know you don’t want to hear this…”. Though best birthday present ever is my Grumpy Old Man t-shirt, does it show? 