Yuck... spider!

So, I had an horrific event last night. Dusty had gone to work and I went to the bathroom. I noticed a gigantic spider on the wall by the door - my only means of escape. It was so HUGE. I am seriously afraid of spiders for those who don't know... anyway, I call Dusty and he answers and I squeal, "Big Spider! Eek!" My loving husband tells me he will be right there. Well, instinct would be for me to run from the bathroom as fast as I can and go to the farthest end of the house so the spider doesn't attack me. I have done this before and then when Dusty comes to euthanize the spider, it is nowhere to be found. So I stayed in the bathroom to track it's progress. I held a bottle of bug spray (that I always keep in the bathroom cabinet) aimed at the spider in case it trapped me. My wonderful husband opened our front door and I rushed out of the bathroom telling him where it was in a very high pitch voice. I am telling you I was near a panic attack. Dusty had to remind me to breath! Silly, I know, but me nonetheless.