My maternal grandmother died when I was just shy of my 5th birthday, so I don't have a lot of memories of her. Those that I do have are the random moments that must have stood out to me at that young age. One thing I do remember her saying - and my mother too - is a little ditty about spiders. I'm quite sure it's an English Nursery Rhyme and I'm not sure how common it is in the U.S.
"If you wish to live and thrive, let a spider run alive."
I'm not sure my Nan had these creepy beasties in mind when she used to say that to me. I have no clue what kind of spiders these are, but there are plenty of them on our back patio and our back yard. If I'm really lucky I walk through one of their webs first thing in the morning and get a faceful. I then proceed to do the spiderweb dance that most people are familiar with. You know the one - where you look like you're having a seizure and you paw and your face and hair while jumping around and hoping the web spinner isn't crawling down your shirt. Yes, that's the one.
I don't recall hearing about poisionous or biting spiders while living in England. We used to have "money spiders," and my Nan used to tell me if you saw a money spider it meant you were coming into money. That's a lot more romantic than seeing one of these brightly-colored arachnids creeping up your leg. There are no cute sayings about them. Blech.