Today we sat down to supper (pasta and garlic bread) and just as I'm sating my appetite, what do I see among the romano crumbs but a smurfing SPIDER trying to scavenge a meal. Ballsy move, spider. Ballsy move. But sadly he was soon squashed in a Kleenex and his bravery was forgotten.

I mention this only because my sister has a genuine phobia of spiders. In fact, she's been known to search her room for them before she goes to sleep so they don't "fall" on her face. And woe betide any spider she finds, because rather than let them be, she enlists my help to get rid of them. She rarely will squash one herself if anyone is available to do it for her.

Post your thoughts on spiders, and whether or not you have a fear of them.