Confession time, BHD. I love spiders. Much to the the complete horror of my partner, I let them do their thing in our house (at least until partner torment pushes me to reluctantly dismantle their webs). They do help with the biblical plague of flies and mosquitos that come at us, but I confess, it’s beyond practical love. Their mystery, skill, elegance? I dunno. Maybe it says bad things about my core nature. By proxy, some members of our family feel your pain.