I had a False Widow living in the gap between my kitchen cupboard and the wall all summer last year. She'd watch me put the kettle on, I'd say hello and she'd get on with her spidery activities (largely protecting my flours and grains from moth attack). I dusted the bits of her web that spread out too far, she retreated as soon as the duster came out and then popped her head back out when I finished.
You really have to pester them to earn yourself a nip. I opened the cupboard door at least ten times a day. She never budged.
My evil useless gormless twat DP got heavy handed with the fucking fly spray (I hate that stuff, but he insists on buying and using it instead of just closing the bloody door) and murdered her.
RIP Winnie the Widow. I miss you.