As fair warning this one is probably not going to be something that everyone will want to read (this next section particularly). Odds are that the people most afraid of spiders skipped this week based on the title alone but if you were just brave enough to get this far and want a cute story about a spider then I suggest you skip the italicized paragraph.
I have very limited experience with spiders but I like them. They keep bugs under control and I love seeing the detail and variety in their webs. I'm fine when I don't need to be near them but if there is even the slightest possibility that they could bite me I get away as quick as possible.
When I was in elementary school I was sitting in class and noticed that my hand was feeling like it was burning in one section and up my arm. I looked down to find that my skin on the back of my hand was bubbling. Yes it was as terrifying as it sounds. I got checked over at the doctor's and they found two bite marks on the same arm as my hand. They diagnosed me as having an allergic reaction to spider bites that I would just have to wait till it went away. Eventually it did fade but even with being more than 15 years ago the scars are still there.
The happiest story I have about a spider is from when I was working as a school photographer. I was driving all around the province going for a day or a week to different towns and putting a lot of time in on the road. I began to notice a spider web that was always in pristine condition on the passenger side rear view mirror of my car. It was in the perfect position that the wind was broken by the mirror causing the web to sway just slightly in the draft rather than being ripped up. I assumed that it was catching the odd bug but it never seemed dirty so I left it in the interest of seeing what it would do over time. I didn't really think about it all that much for the next couple of trips.
One day I was sitting in my parked car having my lunch and rather large spider came out from behind the side mirror and inspected the webbing. It wandered about eating what it had caught on the drive down. I was amused to have a lunch companion. That evening on the way back to the city I could only assume it was back behind the mirror. I was hopeful that it hadn't wandered away. Nothing like stepping out for a walk and your home having driven off. The next day a fresh new web was ready for the drive out of town.