No Brainer

"Oh, I don't mind daddy-long-legs; It's spiders I hate"

I have a big problem with this statement. Someone please tell me how it is that you can throw a fit at the sight of ugly walking insect that at least appears to know which direction it is travelling, yet not bat an eyelid when an almost identical looking creature, armed with the power of flight, is powering it's way towards your face with flailing arms and legs? I really Don't. Get. It.

• Spiders hide behind the sofa. Daddy-long-legs blindly hurtle towards your open screaming mouth or try crashing the Rovers Return via your television set.
• Spiders make webs and catch other less favourable, germ-speading insects. Daddy-long-legs randomly drop their limbs on your spotless kitchen work surfaces.
• Spiders fall in the bath and die. Daddy-long-legs lurk in the toilet pan waiting till you've planted your arse on the seat before launching themselves upwards.

Daddy-long-legs are to spiders as 'the nutter in the high street' is to normal people. The crane fly is a spider on acid.. It's the unpredictable mad bag lady of the insect world.. It's everything but okay.