Spiders, with few exceptions, are wonderful to us. Little maids who catch and dissolve pesky pests like mosquitoes and flies.
One can become a spider's goddess, even if not the spider-goddess. Down with the fools who think that pettery is way to raise a spider, sitting it in a cage, handing it treats until it bloats. A seneless waste of everyone involved! Ah! But my house must be 🗿neat🗿! The spider's precise pattern is not enough, whines the cursèd fellow. Bah.
And let us not forget the false trap - "but are those flying beasts not also chaos?". A good observation, a sign of life at least, but misled, for the fly and the mosquito are nearly the only ones to remain when one uproots the trees and the dandelions and the brush and the fruits. They are the plague of order, manifest! Without ErisDis's blessing of spiders, Her divine chance for us to redeem ourselves, the Lawned Elites (LE) would extinguish the bugs and beetles forever for their ordered green patches. Give them strife! Give them strife! Let the spiders eat their plague until their house is haunted with the glorious spirit of Sepheranz.
