Don't be alarmed this is not a post about big, hairy horrible spiders. Don't get me wrong when I was much (much) younger if I saw a spider across the room I would have a screaming fit until some kind soul smacked it senseless. These days I am very much a more calmer person, this is where 'Freds' come in. What is a Fred? A Fred is the daft name I give to those funny looking spiders with the long, dangly legs and tiny bodies. Some people call them Daddy Long legs.
I have come to quite like them, Freds tend to live in corners, they don't make webs, they just "dangle". My house has Freds, I never kill them, I try and hoover them up, or persuade them into a glass and put them outside. They tend to go to the same places. If you hoover one up on Monday, another appears on Thursday. I have no idea where they come from or where they go. They mean you no harm, they are very fragile and don't stand a chance against someone's boot. Maybe i'm getting soft but I always feel so sorry for them if I see someone killing one. I apologise if you have a real fear, I overcame my fear by giving them a daft name.
Old folklore says that killing a spider is bad luck, finding a spider on your clothing means money is coming.
My Aunt Daisy (who had all her marbles) always said that they were 'angels'.
You just never know do you?