Years ago when I first came to Australia, I was driving down the freeway one beautiful sunny morning, and I decided to pull the sun visor down. A great big hairy huntsman, - biggest spider I'd ever seen, dropped out and fell onto my lap, and instantly started to move in that way that huntsmen have
I can't lay claim to being in any way as cool and calm as Jeanette. I've never liked spiders at all, and would happily see them all annihilated immediately, so I was in absolute panic as this thing was zipping about all over my lower regions. The car was driving very erratically at this stage and I eventually pulled over into the stopping lane and fell out of the car, brushed frantically to remove the spider from my clothing and then set about stomping it into a million pieces - much to the amazement of passing motorists. George wouldn't have made as much fuss slaying the dragon
I checked behind seats and above the visors and stuff for years as a result of that scare. I hate those suckers and I don't mind admitting it. I don't carr much for the selective procreation treatment either, as earlier suggested - I'm happy to risk it and splat the lot of them.
Cheers,