when I first moved where I am now, I was in the corner of my room unpacking some boxes. I bent down and realized I was face-to-face(?) with a hairy spider almost the size of my palm. I didn't want to lose sight of it but I also wasn't about to get close enough to kill it so I called my dad (who lived less than 2 minutes away at the time) and told him to get over here and let himself in to come kill this damn spider. I stayed there and didn't break eye contact until my dad got there. It was horrifying but he thought it was hilarious