Spiders Love Me.

Which is unfortunate, because I seem to hate them.
Whenever I catch sight of a spindly leg,
I may or may not do one of the following:
A) Scream
B) Leap off of whatever I'm on
C) Cry
D) Pee my pants
E) Whack everything in the immediate area
F) Torch everything in the immediate area

Just kidding, I've never peed my pants in the presence of a spider.
As you can see, I'm strong and brave in the presence of them.

Anywhom, now that the winter season is before us, more and more spiders are finding the need to pack up and move their little spider houses and spider families into my home.
I don't like this.
The other day, I was innocently getting ready to take a shower,
I walked over and innocently swoofed open the shower curtain.
 Thankfully I took a moment to glance down, who knows why I did it.
BUT I DID.
Because...
There crouched the illest, most giant ugly spider I have ever seen.
It was mean.
It was large.
And it stood there staring at me with piercing black eyes.
Keep in mind, dear reader, that this is probably about the... sixth time that this has happened now.
This was just the biggest one I'd yet encountered.
So of course I freaked out and ran to my dad and made him kill it.
And that's just the shower. (For some odd reason, it's ALWAYS the shower.)
They've also started infiltrating my room.
A.k.a... crawling across my pillow/hand/leg as I peacefully focus on my homework/laptop/movie.

Make it stop.
Please.