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HOLY CRAP. Remember the giant huntsman spider I took a photo of my our mailbox recently? I was just about to turn off the light and go to bed tonight when I saw movement. HE WAS IN THE BEDROOM. THREE FEET FROM MY HEAD. I woke up Rodd, who leapt into action. "They're not poisonous, right? You said they're not poisonous!" It scurried - unbelievably fast - around the bathroom door. He crept inside to have a look, and then he FLINCHED. And that's when I got freaked out. When the Australian is disturbed, you know you're dealing with a monster creature. He went to get a glass, then decided the spider was too big for it. "JUST SQUISH IT WITH A TOWEL," I urged. He armed himself, and I did the same. After another look: "Do we have any spray?" So I got the spray. And finally, bravely, Rodd reached around the door and sprayed the thing. It came flying out the door at us. Chaos. Jumping and yelling. I got in two good whacks, and on the second he curled up. Down went the glass, and swiftly he was deposited outside. I'm sorry, Mr Spider, I know you weren't bad. But DAMN, you gave us both heart attacks. And now I'm never sleeping again.

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