I had a spider on the ceiling above my desk here. I. Hate. Spiders. In reality, I'm sure it wasn't bigger than a nickle but to me, it was the size of a dinner plate. So I ask my husband to remove said spider. Me, I would use a Swiffer and smash it. Isn't that what Swiffers were invented for, I ask you? But he has to try and catch it in a cup. Of course he drops it and it lands on my desk.
And yes, I screamed like a girl and bolted. There. I said it.
Thankfully, husband found it, scooped it up and got rid of it. Told me I'm such a girl in the process. Yeah well- six o'clock news bulletin- I AM a girl.