Look, I'm not saying I have some serious, crippling spider phobia, but I will say I want absolutely nothing to do with those eight-legged guys.
(Flashback to summer '02: a bright-eyed, seven-year-old Caitlyn sits on a dock in the summertime while, totally unbeknownst to her, a massive dock spider crawls its way up her back and onto the top of her head before settling comfortably in the middle of her face.)
So trust me when I say I'm the first person to grab the newspaper when I spot a spidey-friend on the wall. Or I ask my boyfriend to do it. Depends on how brave I'm feeling.
But apparently, we really shouldn't be killing spiders at all.