I’ve come to realize that most blog posts about spiders follow a standard “omg there was a spider and I was so scared and couldn’t move and eventually had my partner stomp it with their shoe don’t you hate those i hear camel spiders EAT YOUR FACE.”

Me, I like spiders, for the “the enemy of my enemy is my friend” reason. Spiders eat flies, which annoy me, and they also eat mosquitos with love to bite me and leave me itchy. And while doing this, they generally stay in the same place in their web and don’t wander around much to annoy you. Sure, there are exceptions where they’ll build a web across something that you’re going to have to move past, or an object that has to be moved, but that’s an easy fix.

So my house has spiders in it. I shower in the downstairs shower (because it’s very tall and I hate having to lean over to wash my hair) and up in the corner of the shower is “Bob The Spider” who has grown very large. This makes me happy, because I know the only way he’s growing is by eating the flying insects that I hate. Good going Bob, rock on.