I quite like spiders - the big, hairy, rather sluggish ones, anyway. The ones I don't like are the long, sleek, dinner-plate ones you see abroad, the ones that spin enormous fuck-off webs between telegraph poles and can move really really fast.
Spiders, however, are incredibly benign compared to the horror that is the cockroach. Spiders, at least, are usually sensible enough to run away from human-sized aggressors, or roll up and play dead. Cockroaches scuttle (or *shudder* fly) at you...
Spiders, as every good Freudian knows, symbolise one's mother... |