Night before last, while cooking, I noticed movement on the wall behind the stove. Peeking out was a spider big enough to deserve a first name. Jerry was dark gray and furry, with long mandibles. I have mixed feelings on spiders. I know they eat lots of annoying critters but they're not exactly friendly. I had a small pit on my leg that took a year to heal that was most likely a brown recluse bite. My son had a spider bite behind his ear that got infected and got bigger than a marble.
I was quickly mentally debating what to do when Jerry retreated. Yesterday, I saw him once more climbing up the wall but jumping down as soon he realized he was in the open. I think Jerry and I have an informal non-aggression pact. I'm not going to pull out the stove or resort to poison. But if he starts getting bold like he owns the place, he'll meet the underside of a shoe.