Damn. And there I was, hoping somebody would at least scream, faint or maybe even express slight fear or disgust. Engaging in mortal combat with catentatives every day seems to have transformed you from a little Miss Muffet of a spider-fodder linguist into a veritable Spiderman, Andy!
But still, are you as tough as my mum? She had just sat down to eat lunch when a sizeable spider jumped out of the bag of bananas she'd bought from *'s the day before (kind of makes you squirm to think that it had been waiting in the bag for so long, huh!) and landed near her plate. It then made the mistake of sitting looking around and at her with its pretty multiple eyes for a brief second. The last thing it saw was the shadow of the latest hefty Stephen King bestseller descending down on it (I guess librarians have good reflexes from all the hefting and date-stamping they do). The man from the supermarket, he say he couldn't identify it from its remains, but that it was probably just a "harmless jumping spider".
Do you have any (scary) spider, snake, used car salesman stories (I've got some more, not all of them personal anecdotes, though).