One summer when I was in college in Tucson, AZ a friend and I rented an apartment. It was a ghastly apartment in a horrid neighborhood. We were young and stupid. I don't normally have a problem with "disposing" of bugs but one night I went in the bathroom and came out and told my roommate that I had just seen the largest, hairiest spider EVER! I told her that swatting it would be like squashing a mouse! I closed the door and stuffed a towel under it so the spider couldn't get out.

So I decided we would go and get my boyfriend (sometimes feminism goes by the wayside!) We were in the car and I kept saying "the biggest, hairiest spider." Then it hit me....it was a tarantula.

He captured it and set it free outside.