I actually have a little habit of taking pictures of every strange bug I come across. I'm like the guy in that discovery channel song about loving the whole world that's staring at a spider like a creeper and mumbling "I love arachnids."
I can't stand stepping on them though, and I'm still a bit of a pansy about crushing them with a napkin. I've totally gotten used to walking through spiderwebs though. I once had a huge ole spider decide to make his web in the spot where my bed meets the wall in my room. I took the web down, but before I could kill the spider, it was all "Nawp I'm getting the hell out of here," and climbed down the into the wall-facing side of my bed where I couldn't reach him. I had to clean my sheets any way, so I slammed the other side of my bed, crushing the spider.
Or so I hoped.
Procrastinating like I usually do, I sat in my bed and watched TV for awhile instead of putting my sheets in the wash. About a half hour later I notice a little brown dot in the corner of my eye. When I saw it I spooked instantly and jumped right out of my bed. The spider had come back from the dead and was coming at me to avenge his own death. Almost all of it's legs were crushed, save for one it was using to slowly drag itself towards me in a slow charge of what could only be blind bug-rage. Relieved that my quick reflexes had thwarted it's assassination attempt, I very carefully took two stacked tissues, somewhat hesitantly crushed the zombie spider, threw it down the toilet, and flushed twice. May it find peace in my septic tank.