I have an "awesome" spider story, and it is the cause of why I hate spiders so much. Especially little ones. I finished my graduation, and wanting to save my dress since my grandmother made it for me, we put it into a garbage bag and sealed it. Unbenownst to me a spider had made a nest (or two or three) in it or on it, I am not too sure. A little while later, not much, a few weeks, perhaps a month, I was invited to another grad, so I opened the bag, took the dress out and hanged it from the ceiling -- over my bed, and put the garbage bag on my bed.
I worked til late at night and came home and crashed. I woke up to many spiders crawling over me. I do not think I have screamed that loud or stayed in the shower that long ever in my life. Not a pleasant experience. Needless to say that grad dress, along with my bedding went into the garbage and my room got fumigated.
They are evil.