I am petrified of spiders. I handle in the following grown up manner:-
1) Point and shriek at the monster, whilst hyperventilating slightly.
2) Run up to Mr Nuoyg, shakey and in a state whilst stuttering ''t-t-t-hing, in, b-b-bathroom.''
3) If i'm on my own, please ignore number 2, as I call Mr Nuoyg screaming and crying. Once he thought I was being attacked.
4) If Mr Nuoyg is in, he goes to get a postcard and glass to get rid of the monster whilst I stand stressing in the background and saying ''hurry, it'll get away'' like it's a baddy in a 70's cop film. By this stage I'm tapping foot wildly or pacing up and down the room. Mr Nuoyg gets it and puts out of window. I give a bit PHEW and wipe beads of sweat away from forehead.
5) If Mr Nuoyg is out then I call my parents and hope they'll come round for the rescue mission, once I had to call Mr N's brother.
I don't have children but if I do, then I'll have to think of a way of making my life spider proof as I wouldn't want the poor devils to grow up copying me. It's horrible and longwinded!