There is something about a spider being on your person that bypasses all rational thought and sends you straight into survival mode. Dignity disappears. Logic disappears. You become a flailing, self-inflicted injury waiting to happen. I once had a spider crawl across my face while I was drifting off to sleep. My response was immediate and violent. I slapped my own cheek so hard I bruised it. Not a gentle swat, a full-force assault. I beat myself up thoroughly! The spider land