There are fifty-one ways to kill a spider.
There are fifty-one ways to kill a spider. The most common way is: shrieking, jumping upon "something" (which can vary from a bed to the knees of a friend), calling for a big brother/ any other male close by, watching how he jumps upon the spider until it's splattered body can never be identified as a spider again. Ginny thought this way was unusually cruel.
And it didn't work in her case, anyway. No brother of hers would come and save her from the spider. And that was not because she lacked brothers.
Percy wouldn't come and save her, because he was always busy, doing "a really important…..blablablabla." Secretly, Ginny thought that he was just pretending to be busy, so that maybe the twins would finally take him serious.
The twins, that were two other brothers who would never come to save her. They would come to stand in the door way, yes. They would laugh at her, yes. They would pick the spider up, yes. And they would hold it as close to her as possible, yes. But save her, nope.
Charlie would call her a wimp. And tell her that people who were scared of spiders would never achieve anything in their life. That she had to get over herself. That she was braver than that. She was always ashamed when he saw her like that.
There was also Bill, of course. But Ginny adored Bill. Bill was just cool. He wasn't afraid of anything and when he was with her, Ginny wasn't afraid of anything either. Anything but spiders. Ginny didn't want him to know that she was afraid of them, so she would never call him to help her.
So, in the end, Ginny got over herself. There was nothing else to do. She faced her fears.
Since then, you could hear someone shriek, jump upon something and call: "Ginny!! Get over here! It's a s.s.s.s.spider."
Because Ginny had gotten over her fears, but Ron had not.