I've had one of those walk over me while watching movies at a friends house and it's steps were audible as it walked away across the carpet. I had words to say. So many words. I'm of the "catch it in a cup and escort it outside" set, until they're too large to fit in the cup. Then it's time to burn everything and start over.

Related: Intellectually, I understood that there are brown recluse spiders in Central Oregon, but I have family living there and I worked in the woods there and none of us ever knowingly encountered them. This summer I visited my grandmother who handed me a bottle of lemon cleaner as soon as I walked in the door and instructed me to spray around the guest bed because the summer heat was driving the brown recluses inside and a neighbor was going through the not-fun results of having been bit in their home. If I didn't love that grandmother so much, I would have bolted.