When I spot long-bodied cellar spiders (some people call them daddy-long legs) in the garage or outside, I leave them alone. They can't hurt me, and they compete against the black widows, and a new arrival to our area, "cosmopolitan" brown widows. I get that they have a job to do, but only the ones that can't hurt me are allowed.
If you get to thinking you’re a person of some influence, try ordering somebody else’s dog around.