An arachnid the size of a tea plate just ran across the rug in front of me. I do know that I should have befriended it and thanked it for eating flies and keeping my house lucky etc etc - but, in the cold light of day (well, late evening actually) WIBU to have thrown a boxed set of Rainbow Magic books at it, and followed up with a small fire extinguisher? I am home alone and I think my survival instinct just kicked in...