For some unknown reason, some of he spiders in my home desire to become government workers. I’ll be sitting at my workstation here and doodeedoo here comes a tiny spider on her web right down in front of me onto the keyboard.
I keep telling her the pay is crap and she’s too industrious to be a government worker, but yet she does this daily.
In the basement I don’t mind them. On me while I’m sleeping? I mind terribly. Then they get smushed.
Wow. That’s a *fantastic *word. It’s now my official word of the day, and I plan to work it into conversation at least 6 times before breakfast. Thanks! [/vocabulary geek hijack]
If ever there was a case for justified genocide, spiders are it. Not that there’s many invertebrates I’m on good terms with, but spiders are the worst of the lot.
I cannot fathom you dopers who are pro-spider. If I read this correctly, some of you have spiders in your bathrooms and roaming around willy-nilly? And you are okay with this?!? If I had a spider in my bathroom either a.) it would die from blunt-force trauma caused by objects that I threw at it from across the room or b.) I’d be defecating outdoors, never ever to return to the bathroom again.
Sweet Jebus, I hate spiders and MeanJoe becomes ScreamingHissyFitRunningAway-Joe when I find a spider in my house, on my porch(s), or exterior windows. At my last house, I had one OUTSIDE my bedroom window who made a large web whose center was near the middle of the window. I could see him, knew mentally that he was outside, and I didn’t sleep for 2 days.
I don’t mind spiders or bugs in general, unless there are a multitude, or very large. I ran across some spiders while fishing on creeks like this, and wasn’t too pleased.
But, I too, cannot grasp how you let spiders live in the house. Even if you just grab them and throw them outside, no biggie, but cohabiting with misc bugs is just wrong, especially in the bedroom. I’d think I was really slacking in cleaning the place up.
My neighbor used to have a giant garden spider web in her yard. Pretty much every day after I discovered it, I’d catch some moths from the yard, grab their wings and launch them into the web. Then I’d watch the ensuing struggle and capture.
That spider had so many moths on his web, it’s a wonder it didn’t fall apart from the weight.
It might be a case of different usage for different countries, but in this part of the world the term Daddy Long Legs most commonly refers to spiders in the Pholcidae family (we have three genera in the family of Pholcidae)