Note to all spiders:
If you are on the ceiling and decide to go trekking...then let yourself down by one of your little threads and land on me?
I will not, repeat NOT, run shrieking.
I will look at you in dismay, smack you with my open hand (before you have a chance to crawl down my neck) and kill you. Then get a Kleenex, scoop up the disgusting remains and discard your carcass in the dust bin.
For better or worse that's just kinda my approach to life.
I'm good like that.