Hereditary arachnophibia

Little piece of family drama yesterday: I heard both my wife and Wolfie scream. There was a spider in the kitchen. Sadly I could not catch the spider, which was not very big according to my wife, as it had gone under the fridge, not to be seen again. Wolfie was shaking afterwards, we had to call his daddad to calm him down. It appears that his mother gave him a fear of spider. Thankfully, I am not arachnophobic myself, thanks to a certain aesthetic appreciation of their appearance and their work (some of them anyway). But that means I'm now the official family's spider hunter.