"What's wrong honey?" I inquired.
"Sfider," she answered. (Yes, sfider. "Sp" is still elusive to her.)
In a sort of twisted way, I enjoy watching them. The yellow and black garden spider weaves a sticky web with a thick zig zag that seems to attract bugs to their untimely demise.
The daring jumping spider lies in wait until an unsuspecting meal moseys by. My mom and I watched a huge one on my kitchen window as it hunted house flies. It only took about two minutes and he had a satisfying meal.
We just admire each other from a distance is all.