This happened once to me, first day of summer holidays (I think I was about 12/13), I saw it's silhouette against the light coming through my blinds, I screamed "****!" (think poo) and knocked it onto my floor, my mum came rushing in thinking I'd fallen out of bed or something.
Also, I'd broken my wrist the day before playing in the quarry on my bike, so had to go to the hospital, it wasn't a good morning really
Scream, hit it off, run out my room, close my door, call my mum.
Nah just kidding, I'd pick it up with vice like grip, throw it against the wall shouting manly expletives towards it. Make a solid first and smash it against the spider with furious anger and then smear off it's blood and guts on to the wall, and then go back to bed like it never happened.
I'd start off with a combination of having a nearly lethal heart attack, screaming like a girl, and running to the light switch naked.
Then after that I'd stand still panting for three or four minutes.
Then I'd find the nearest magazine and spend the next ten minutes chasing it around the room, getting chased around the room by it, and possibly a bit more screaming, before battering it to death and having a little sit down and a cry.
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