For the most part, I’ve learned to coexist with spiders. I’ve not been nice to them in the past, but now I understand they’re not out to get me.
Mostly, they’re trying to stay out of my way. So now when I see a spider in my house, I say to it, “You’d better not be here when I come back,” and leave the room.
They’re generally not there when I return.
This arrangement seems to work well for both of us.
The other day, I saw a silverfish out of the corner of my eye. I dislike silverfish a heck of a lot more than I dislike spiders, but before I could get to it, it started spazzing out, wiggling in place. The next thing I knew, a spider a third of its size was on it, wrapping it up. The next morning, not a trace remained.
I was so impressed.