You hate spiders, Senoufou? Fight that prejudice!

I always make a point of treating spiders kindly, and if appropriate, assisting them from the premises.

The way Uncle Toby in Sterne's Tristram Shandy acted towards flies: "Go—says he, one day at dinner, to an over-grown one which had buzz’d about his nose, and tormented him cruelly all dinner-time,—and which, after infinite attempts, he had caught at last, as it flew by him;—I’ll not hurt thee, says my uncle Toby, rising from his chair, and going a-cross the room, with the fly in his hand,—I’ll not hurt a hair of thy head:—Go, says he, lifting up the sash, and opening his hand as he spoke, to let it escape;—go poor devil, get thee gone, why should I hurt thee?—This world surely is wide enough to hold both thee and me."

That last in a precept we should live by, for flies spiders, and all of us.