Your spider metaphor doesn't work for me at all.
I welcome them in my house along with my many centipedes (all of which I have named "Bob.")
They are my commando assassins in a never ending battle against six legged invaders.
Sadly, many of them have to hunt in the open which leaves them vulnerable to injudicious squashing.
But never by me.
I do wish the web spinners would clean up their projects when they are done using them.
I welcome them in my house along with my many centipedes (all of which I have named "Bob.")
They are my commando assassins in a never ending battle against six legged invaders.
Sadly, many of them have to hunt in the open which leaves them vulnerable to injudicious squashing.
But never by me.
I do wish the web spinners would clean up their projects when they are done using them.
So how, exactly, does God know that She's NOT a brain in a vat? 
