But they have *eight legs*. And they can crawl on you, with all their little feet. And go up walls and drop on your head. And probably survive the apocalypse (which I'm so saving up to use for next years apocalypse-kree fic).

Plus, my sister kept mice when I was younger, so while I'm not keen on them, I can cope with them. I think if she'd kept spiders I'd have had a nervous breakdown.