One year my brother and I were out hunting.
I was sitting on a log eating my lunch when my brother's eyes got huge, pointed at my side and said:
"that's a huge spi . . ."
I jumped up, saw a spider about the size of my palm that had reared up on its back 4 legs and was running at me.
Before he finished saying "spider" I had put 2 .45 rounds into it.
I HATE SPIDERS!!! Especially big brown ones charging me on 4 legs.