A friend of mine suffered from a Brown Recluse bite for a damned long time. I needed no urging to dislike spiders, though - having experienced the "hand-sized-banana-spider-in-the-face" thrill as an 11-year old, riding my Schwinn through the woods.
My friends sure laughed when I, attempting to slap the huge spider away, swerved off the trail and right into a huge briar patch. In the "he who laughs last" department, though, in time I got to see each of them do the "spider dance", too.
I don't hate all spiders. Just the ones in my personal sphere.
Roger that. Even those tiny little buggers that get down in the corners of the baseboards have got to go.
I had a Brown Recluse bite that eventually got complicated and forced me to retire. That is part of life, I won’t hide indoors with a flyswatter for the rest of my days.