I hate spiders. They freak me out, and I'm man enough to admit my fear of most things with more than 4 legs. I usually kill them. No mercy!

I went away for the weekend, and didn't drive the Jeep for 2 days. When I went to climb in to go to work this morning, there was a huge spider web reaching from the bottom of the side mirror, onto the door and then to the ground. In 2 days, this industrious little gent had built a 4 foot web to ensnare his prey. Pretty impressive, I thought to myself, as I drove away dragging the web beside me. I got about a mile down the road when I caught something out of the corner of my eye. A rather large spider was bouncing off my door, hanging on by the thread that he produced. When I came to the stoplight, he climbed up and curled himself in a ball right inside my side mirror. He stayed there, very still, until I had to remove him when I got to work. With legs spread apart, he was probably the size of a 50¢ piece. But I couldn't bring myself to kill the poor fella. I corralled him on an empty soda bottle and let him go in a pile of rocks. I said my goodbyes, made sure he wasn't attached to my clothes waiting to strike, and left him with a new life 15 miles away from his old home. Good Luck to you, spidey.