I found this guy hanging out on my ceiling last night. In France, a spider is not always ominous. There's a saying here:
Araignée du soir, l’espoir
Araignée du matin, chagrin
Araignée du midi, nouvelle de mon chéri...
This is a little French poem that means:
A spider at night, hope.
A spider in the morning, bad luck.
A spider in the afternoon, news from my lover.
My hope is that he's not a she who's got plans for using my house as a maternity ward....
In French, a daddy long legs is called a cousin. Since the house we've bought here was empty for six months, let's just say our friend here has/had lots more cousins. The vacuum cleaner and I are still making regular evictions.