Aww why you picking on that poor spider don't you think he/she is terrified of what we look like to him/her with their 8 eyes?
If you don't like spiders invite a swarm of assassin beetles into your house. I had spiders galore in this house when we first moved in (house was vacant for 2 1/2 years so many bugs decided to make it home). The first year we had thousands of Japanese Lady bird beetles invade us. The spiders were in heaven with all the tasty free food. Then when the lady birds got out of control we actually wanted the spiders to come back LOL.
The Spiders did come back and there was many many spider captures done to let them back out in the wild. However last year we had and invasion of Assassin Bugs and found both lady bird and spiders were on their daily diet plan. I still find and occasional Assassin bug about and though they are said to be biters of humans I have not once been bitten by one I collect in my hands and escort outside. I can't say the same for the lady bird beetles them little buggers hurt when they chomp.
This year we have had a big huge drop in Assassin Bugs and and increase in Spiders. Not having a fear of them I usually just encourage them to climb in my hand and let them loose outside. One huge grass spider was more then happy to run like a bullet into a slightly folded on one end toilet roll tube and was so happy to be released in my flower garden on my deck. he or she ended up making their funnel web in the garden and was a huge help in catching all kinds of mosquitoes, and lady bird beetles all this summer and fall.
I also had a beautiful Cross Orb spider take up residency on my deck swing . A female which I enjoyed watching her repair her orb web every day after she cleaned house of the now sucked dry bugs she caught in her web the night before. She had a huge spiral web which went from the swing leg to the daisy stalks of the box flower garden. Sadly she has now passed on and she didn't find a mate so no next generation will be found next year.
Here she is in her web
And her the last day I saw her alive huddling in the poles of the swing attempting to stay warm enough to find a mate