Necropost!
I had a conflict with a 'moderately large' spider last night.
As I was getting into bed I noticed it on the wall so I went to pick it up as I normally do and felt a small prick in my index finger which I think was the spider retaliating. As a result the spider scuttles down the side of my bed.
Knowing it was there, I did not want to go to sleep with the possibility it might crawl over me in the night or worse. So I took out the drawers from under my bed and got a torch and searched for it. Unfortunately for me, the spider was large enough for me to be uncomfortable with its presence, but small enough to be undetectable.
After 15 minutes of unsuccessful searching, I decided to give up, and listen to my iPod. I told myself I did not want to chase it anymore so I armed myself with a copy of 'Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix' so if the eight-legged bastard returned, I could annhilate it in one quick strike.
At precisely 11:49pm, the spider was sighted! Despite my previous decision, I quickly grabbed it in my hand and chucked it out the window before it could fight back. Satisfied with maintaining a clear conscience, I finally managed to get a decent night sleep.
That concludes my story. Tell it to your grandchildren!