“Spiders will amaze me, for they are more shiftless than you may think. You will never see one spider running with another, or having fellowship of any sort, either with its own kind or another, and this is true for all varieties of them, of which there are more than there are grains of sand in our Guild Pit. Nor do the webbers have any vestige of humor. They are colder in their dispositions than a white-eyed turnip. They are of two sets, shortsighted and longsighted, I’ve noted, and it’s the former I’d sooner avoid. But I hate all spiders. I hate them for their webs primarily and for where they put them, but more that they will always go for my nose, then give a squeak before I can throttle them. But they make good comfrey for dog’s bad breath.” – Leon Rooke, Shakespeare’s Dog