Me: "Bob, there's a spider on your leg."
Gunsmith Bob: "Where?"
GB: *gently herds/brushes spider off leg*
Me: "What the hell are you doing? You herded it towards me! Kill it!"
GB: (With an air of great patience) "There are only two kinds of spiders we kill. Do you know what those are?"
Me: "Yeah. Ones that are on me, and ones that are trying to get on me."
Like I said previously, the spider population around here and I may be in an uneasy sort of détente due to their admitted usefulness as nature's bug netting, but if they violate our little truce by touching me...
I %$^&ing hate spiders.