Yes, this would be the self-radicalized, lone wolf, domestic terrorist.
I’d be OK with them if they’d stop walking across my face at night. I’m really not scared of spiders in general. It’s only about twice a year that it happens, and only in the season when males go questing for females, but !@# #%* !@#$! I do not want giant spiders walking across my face at night while I’m sleeping!
For some of us, it’s a phobia. A full-blown instance of mental illness. It’s irrational and works in the dark places in the brain where nightmares come from.
You can’t convince me, rationally, to accept a spider in my home. I understand every word you say – I even agree with it! – but one glimpse of a spider, and the rational mind is extinguished in a wave of revulsion, horror, fear, terror, loathing, and utter panic.
(You can tell it’s a phobia when I react the same way to a picture of a spider!)
(Hell, I hate even having to type out the word!)
Anyway, to add to the discussion of pest-removal: spray cleaners. A hearty spritzing with Windex or Scrubbing Bubbles, and the ghastly creeping horror from the hell dimension writhes and dies. Then I can scoop it up with paper towels at the end of long pieces of wood, and throw the entire assembly (wood and all!) into the dumpster in the alley.
(Where, of course, there are probably just tons and tons of…spiders!)
Doesn’t seem to work that way. I kill maybe one spider every three months, and my flat is not swarming with other pests.
(The greatest likelihood is that there are other spiders inside the walls, under the floor, above the ceiling, behind the bookshelves, etc., doing their job and keeping the bug population curtailed. Okay, whatever. Out of sight, out of mind.)
Those tennis racquet zappers work great for spiders that absolutely can’t be removed any other way. Instant kill from an arm’s length distance, and no mess left smushed on the walls. The roasted odor is less than ideal, though.
…What about those nasty spiders that seem to hang out in pine trees? They are tiny, can quickly jump about 2 feet, and their front legs are actually claws?
We get some spiders, but they don’t bother me. I’ve even seen them in my bed and if I can catch them, I put them outside. If I can’t, I just go to bed anyway, and I don’t worry about them.