There was a spider egg on the ceiling I'd overlooked in cleaning. It had hatched, and there were dozens of tiny paratroopers rapelling down from the ceiling.

never stops screaming

Joins Jessica in the screaming.

Now I'm freaked out, and my skin feels itchy. Thanks.

I don't care if the spiders see me naked. I care if the spiders crawl on my naked flesh, particularly the parts which are naked, less frequently. Of course, I have had moderate allergic reactions to spider bites, and don't need my ass swelling up.

Any more.

Than it already has.

From steady brownie application.

I don't kill spiders either. I'm too apathetic to free them, and I will gleefully vacuum empty webs. But of all the buggy things, they (and daddy longlegs) get a chance to run for it or risk being killed by mistake.

gentle ita.

cold fries? not that good.

Oh, I vacuum up empty webs. Especially since I learned that garden spiders generally abandon a web after a day (or less) and build a new one every morning. So, by the time I'm vacuuming, they probably don't care.

I never kill spiders. It's a thing.

I kill bugs, or insects I should say, with a vengeance, but not spiders. Once I saw an egg sac hatch though, and it was very Euugh.

eta: I'll clear the webs away, though. Builds character.

I kill spiders, because I'd rather have their blood on my hands than have to either look at them or carry them outside. But I always feel guilty when i do it.

I never kill spiders because that's what DH is there for.

There was a spider egg on the ceiling I'd overlooked in cleaning. It had hatched, and there were dozens of tiny paratroopers rapelling down from the ceiling.

never stops screaming

agrees

There was a spider egg on the ceiling I'd overlooked in cleaning. It had hatched, and there were dozens of tiny paratroopers rapelling down from the ceiling.

Had this been my apartment, fire might have been involved shortly afterward.