Last night a spider the size of a freaking nickel was stalking me. He would sit in the middle of the living room floor laughing at me while I cowered on top of the table (okay, I was just standing on the chair, but you get the idea). Every time I'd build up the courage to get close enough to squash him, he'd scurry under the entertainment center. A few minutes later, he'd pop his beady little eyes back out, walk defiantly back to the middle of the living room floor and start laughing again.
Maybe if I hadn't looked so silly standing on the chair aiming a shoe at him, he wouldn't have laughed at me.