[heartwood]

I like spiders. It runs in the family. Four generations putting them outside rather than squishing them.

[chris37]

The only spider I will spare and let crawl on me is the little wolf spider. I just love those little guys.

But not their much, much larger cousins pictured above. These are a truly frightening spider. The first time I saw one of these bad boys was inside my house as it ran in through the open sliding door extremely quickly.

I stomped the damn sh!t out of it, crushing its thorax, then I examined it trying to determine what kind of hellish beast it was. I noticed the staggering size of its fangs, and then its legs twitched and I screamed like a little girl.

Apparently these beasts have a bit of a nasty bite wound as well, but not fatal. This wolf spider is about as big as a tarantula too. The stuff of nightmares.

[Bigg Red]

I am also a spider saver. Mother taught me not to kill animals needlessly. Unfortunately, many people do not understand how useful spiders are to us.

Ants or flies in my house? That is an entirely different story.

[kelly4c]

Only bugs I sort of like are the ladybug, fireflies, praying mantis and moths/butterflies. All others I have no guilt over their demise by my hand.

Oh except for one time a black bug wobbled across the carpet and I thought crap that could be a roach eek, as I had brought a hand-me-down papasan chair into the house I was already worried whether I vacuumed it well enough to kill any roaches or other critters that could possible be hiding...so I sprayed, trapped him, studied his body but he ended up being a beatle. I thought he was a goner but his little legs started twitching and I felt bad that he was suffering. I flushed him then. I mean, it really bothered me for a little while.