I’ve got a spider outside my window (I’ve named him Harry), and he’s caught himself a bee. For the past 30 minutes, I’ve watched the bee flail and the spider web him in and poke him. This is the most amusing thing I’ve ever seen. Everyone should have a pet spider.
I saw that two weekends ago when I was camping. Only it was the other way around. A neat looking little wasp swooped down and wrestled with a spider for a while. Then he dragged it off and buried it in the sand. Cool.
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Hahaha! 
I hate bees. Bastards. Oh, they make honey, they’re nice, blah blah blah. Bullshit. I’ve been stung three times by the bastards. I’m gonna go find a whole nest and toss it to Harry the spider. Damn bees.
Are we talking about a big spider, like a tarantula? If so, that may have been the Tarantula Hawk Wasp, my best buddy in the whole wide world (because it kills big hairy spiders, eewwwwww). Injects a paralyzing toxin into the spider, then lays eggs on it; the newly-hatched wasps then feed upon the still-living tarantula as they grow.
I understand that the Tarantula Hawk Wasp is also the State Insect of New Mexico, my former home state.
Only three? I’m the least out-doorsy person I know, and I’ve been stung at least ten, maybe a dozen times. Once on my eye.
I still like bees. They’re kind of cute, when they aren’t plunging their little stingers into your eyelid.
I kill the bastards on sight now, no “oh, just leave em alone and they’ll fly away.” Death to bees!
Why do people hate spiders and love bees? I’ve been stung by bees too many times to count and I’ve been bitten by spiders… never. Whenever I find a spider in my apartment I make an effort to capture it and release it outside instead of murdering it like most people would do. Spiders never did anything to hurt me, so what reason have I to be so thoughtlessly cruel?
I love spiders. Spiders are our friends. I recently came upon a lovely midsize spider busily working on a large cockroach on my back porch. I thought that was truly thoughtful of the spider, so I went inside to rest and reflect on how nice it was to have a natural pest control system.
And then the wheels started to turn…a black, middling-to-large size spider with definitely articulated leg joints, killing a large insect on a back porch near some gardening tools and empty pots…
I have black widows on my porch and in my garage. While I’m delighted that they’re helping out by killing the roaches, the knowledge that they could also kill my cats makes me feel a teensy bit less inclined to welcome them warmly into my home.
Damn.
There’s a really cool spider living between some doors at my job. It’s an old original door that used to go outside, but another part of the building was added on so it just opens into an air space and no one ever uses it. But, it’s mostly glass so I can see Ms Spider. She has two egg sacks and caught a cricket the other day. Very cool. The only down side is we are suppoded to move offices by the end of the week (I’ll believe it when I see it. When I was hired last year the moving date was in April.) and I’m afriad our office’s new occupants will kill her. Maybe I can catch her and take her somewhere safe…hmmm…
And I usually spell check…oops…
Because the little eight-legged freaks look like they come from another planet. Is there another critter out there with more than two eyes? <shudder>
That said, I’ll agree that they’re useful in keeping the insect population managable, but so is Raid. 
I love spiders! Especially the huge hairy ones that live in my house. I never kill them cause they keep the cockroaches down.
Now if only I could get a bunch of winged spiders that can go after mosquitoes…
No, this was a small, black wasp–less than an inch long. The spider was a rather generic looking, small gray thing.
And this from Cougarfang…
“Now if only I could get a bunch of winged spiders that can go after mosquitoes…”
There’s some nightmare fodder for ya. ::: shudder :::
Ugh. It’s like watching two guys you hate fight.
Spiders are good for one thing.
Therapy.
Therapy via setting them ablaze and letting the little twitchers burn.
I have dreams in which I’m taking a flamethrower to a field of spiders, their crisp burnt bodies crunching beneath my boot. And I’m evacuated on a helicopter, and of course, the camera pans back to the huge Queen Spider clinging to the underside. And then the credits roll.
My dreams are nightmares.
I have a Kill On Sight on any bug that comes into my apartment. I don’t care if it’s just a moth, it dies.
Only 3 - you wimp I got stung 8 times and that was just this last summer.
I try to avoid going outside. It screws up my pale. (A “Pale” being the opposite of A Tan).