Since we are talking spiders here (kinda a hijack), I have a spider story.
Every year since i was 12, i've been going up to the boundary waters canoe area (BWCA) in northern Minnesota. My Dad is originally from Ely, which is one of the big kick off points.
Anywho, I hate spiders

. About 5 years ago, we took our annual trip (about mid-august). I hadn't been feeling well all day, and after paddling and portaging for about 10 hours, I had to take a dump of BIBLICAL proportions. A poop of the apocolypse as I say to my wife

About 7:00 pm, we get to our site, I dive into the pack, grab the T-pee and head for the can. The "Can" is an outhouse style toilet tucked back 100 or so yards from the water.
I get to the can, and there, sitting on the rim is the biggest wolf spider I've ever seen. This is not the Taurantua that Skuzzy is talking about. They are very aggressive, and really quick. Not poisonous that I know of. Did I mention I hate spiders? This bastage was probably 5 - 6 inches in diameter.
I grabbed a big stick, intending to "shoe" him away. Instead, HE grabbed the stick from me ..... No, just kidding, but instead of running off the can, he ran INTO the can. The very thing I have to put my bare fanny onto.
At this point, I can't stand it anymore, I poke around inside with the stick, see nothing, drop my pants and sit down. I'm just about ready to let the 'ol bowels relax when...
I FEEL THE BASTAGE CRAWLING ON MY HINEY!!! AIEEEEEE!!! I let out a scream that I bet the people of Ely heard. I suddenly lost all need to poop, stood up and turned around....
And there he was, sitting back on the rim. And I'm sure he was grinning at me.
True story.
I hate spiders.