Spring cleaning, specialist consultations and fumigations cannot rid Mr. Spindles' house of spiders. The crawling pests run rampant through the poor man's peaceful domain, until he decides to burn the whole mess down:- But before he goes through with this drastic plan, he is invited to dinner by an equally horrassed though unperturbed neighbor who has accepted his spiders and advises Mr. Spindles to do the same. A spirit of creeping conformism wedges its way in among the spiders, along with a type of humor few children will grasp, eg. ...""A Specialist is a man you read about in the newspapers who knows only one thing"" and...""A Firm is two people who tell you the same thing and are firm about it."" Add to this a convenient gap in logic -- where are the crawling monsters when Spindles returns home? -- and you have an obscure ""moral"" tale redeemed only in part by Louis Slobodkin's funny pictures.