Um, God could have left spiders off his "to-make" list

I'm in Time-Out. Not the fun, uplifting, sponsored by Deseret Book, kind. The "I'm-so-mad-I-could-spit-nails-so-I'd-better-remove-myself-from-the-public" kind. Earlier this evening my husband and I were out running errands. All was right with the world. We got home, I hopped out of the car and went around back to wait for the trunk to pop so I could get our groceries out. From my peripheral vision I could see something LARGE moving across the brick on my house. It was the giganticest >yes I said GIGANTICEST< spider I have seen since moving to the Pacific Northwest! I calmly waited for Ron to get out of the car, and as calmly as I could say...trying not to freak out in front of the entire neighborhood...I told him to get some spider spray or poison or something that would kill the heck out of that thing. He (my husband) mosies on up the steps and comes sauntering on back with...(have I given you an idea how slow he's going)...a SHOE! I still have my eye on the spider 'cause I don't want him escaping so we can't kill it, and Ron brings a flippin' SHOE??? Then he tries to smash him and it's like a game of whack-a-mole. So I go and grab the first poisonous looking spray I can see which happens to be wasp spray, and I spray every inch of house, brick, siding, flower bed, neighbors dog (ok not the neighbors dog) I'm sure the spider is just laughing as he makes a clean getaway! By now I AM freaking the heck out! And I am fit to be tied! I HATE spiders. HATE. Did I make myself clear on that? They FREAK me OUT like nobodys business!! And the fact that this one got away. Grrr!