OH my goodness there is a big black spider sitting on my chest. So instead of calmly brushing him off....I am screaming bloody murder and yelling "GET IT OFF" as I am tearing out of clothes and bathroom. Hubby comes a flying through the house, alright he is trying to be all loving with that hint of laughter and I am screaming at him Find him and kill him. He is now trying to figure out what it was and then it hits him a spider. By now the dog is barking because what ever scared me, he feels the need to chase it but don't know what it is. Oh yes if you weren't awake at 4am, I am sure if you were in my neighborhood you would be. The only one who slept was k and she is a heavy sleeper and slept through it all. She will wake to find the kitchen and bathroom in disarray after mom went through it. Oh yes and the clothes I was wearing are now in the washer, I am not putting them back on until afterward they are washed.
Oh and my better half is now got home defense and is spraying the entire house inside and out. He even helped stripped the bed and all of its contents are being washed. I really don't care if spiders are God's Creation or not when they land on me, they aren't and prepare to die.