lol at this thread though. I'm the sort of person that has strategically placed large books lying around the house on the floor because I've squashed spiders (and then stamped on top of the books, natch, because everyone knows that the force of a human being dropping/ throwing a dictionary onto a teeny arachnid is not reliable enough) and then can't pluck up the courage to pick them up to clear away the debris/ wipe the book clean.
I would love to be able to grab them and chuck them out, but (and I really do blame my parents for this one) my mother was petrified beyond belief, and once (i shudder even remembering) my dad had been dispatched to get a particularly large hairy monster from the bathroom, and he came downstairs with the (opaque) tub in his hands (to go outside, or so I thought), and threw the contents at me instead.
Now, to be fair, he'd already chucked the beast out of the window, but, reader, I Did Not Know That. I was about 7, but remember it as if it were yesterday. My dad, bless his heart, was mortified.
So, my kids don't realise I'm petrified lol, but they do know that daddy grabs them and chucks them out, and mummy whacks them with books (and no girly screaming, just manly whacking). Just different methods of clearing skittering critters from the house.