If I had known this place was so heavy on the brown recluse side, I might have thought twice about moving here. Of course, I can’t afford to move back, much as I’d like to, but it is what it is.
I just HATE spiders!
“I just HATE spiders!”
I’m more amenable to some kinds.
The more venomous ones — it’s “open season”; Black Widows, et. al. — OUTSIDE ONLY, and even then, maybe not, depending.
INDOORS — I’ve been known to catch Wolf spiders and other common grey spiders and green spiders, and take them outside to a more expansive lifestyle among the foliage, but I don’t typically get out of my chair except to verify what type of spider it is crawling up the corner of the walls. If I recognize one of the benign species, I may just let it be, figuring I’ll let it harvest it’s fill of dust mites for the time being. My kids point one out to me, I’m apt to say, “Oh, that’s my house spider; just let it be for now.” They usually end up outdoors at some point, but I’m not one to get exercised over it.