Wrap my fist in paper and punch it, then unwrap the paper, wrap the spider corpse in it and bin it. I hate the little bastards. This one time I caught one in a glass, put it in a tin of Celebrations and gave it to my mum. She wasn't impressed.
The other night I rolled over in bed and there was one crawling up the wall.
I sorted it out with some tissue. I used to try to move them out with a glass and piece of cardboard, but I'd often end up panicking if it moved and end up taking of a leg or something. I feel less guilty if I kill it quickly than if I end up injuring it.
Trap it with a cup and then get family member to remove it (although usually they won't), then I have to do the old piece of paper under the cup and chuck it out the window. If it escapes before I can trap it though I won't sleep in my room..
I usually try reasoning with it to begin with, and tell it that if would be better for both of us if it left. It usually ignores me, so I take it outside on a magazine or something. If it doesn't want to go, I drown it in the sink.
Well I actually had to psych myself up for opening this thread because I could see there were attachments
I don't know what I would do. Definitely scream and run out of the room. Probably would have to go and ask the neighbours to get rid of it for me. Even then I'd probably sleep on the sofa just in case. I'm absolutely terrified of the things.
My Mum had a spider remover, that was like a long tube with a little vacuum that you use to suck them into the tube, hold it out the window and turn off the vaccum so they fall out. I couldn't use it, because I can't even stand to be in the same room