I've got used to spiders, and I leave them be, unless they are obnoxiously big. Paul is scared of spiders, so I keep quiet about them. There was one underneath Benoit the Buffalo, one of my stuffed toys who lives on the arm of the sofa. ( )I picked him up, gave him a shake, and a tiny spider dropped out. I commented on it and Paul was all like "WHERE!!!!!????! WHERE!!!?!?!?!?!?" I reassured him it had gome away; it crawled into my old keyboard (the muck in there, it'll probably crawl out the size of my hand! )

I'm used to men being scared of spiders. My friend's 'hard nut' half brother is terrified of them, as was my old housemate, Ollie.