The dogs will usually try to eat the spiders and the husband usually runs the other way. City slickers and their fear of spiders.
Of course, I say that now. But I’ve never encountered the mother of all spiders, the one that’s the size of a small dog and too big to stomp. I’m sure then my country attitude will dissolve and I’ll be running in the opposite direction, too.
So maybe being a country mouse is the way to be. You have more spiders, yes, but there’s more room to run away from the big ones.