As much as I love him, I must tell you The Squire does not appreciate spiders.
This morning when I watered the papyrus in the living room (almost warm enough to put it outside, now) I pulled off a few dead “flowers”. Having been warned at Christmas not to put them into the fireplace, I carried the flowers into the kitchen and dropped them into the trashcan. A while later, I heard a screech and a thump from the kitchen, and rushed in to find The Squire leaning against the counter, holding his chest, and laughing hysterically.
He had opened the trashcan and been scared out of his wits by the biggest spider he’d ever seen! 
Poor guy. Snerk.
You guys are too much fun!
I’m with him…rampant arachnophobia.