We were driving one day - well, I was passengering. We pulled up to lights at the corner of Victoria and Lygon and my partner just got out of the car and ran. Between the shrieks I ascertained that a huntsman had climbed out from behind the wing mirror, in through the window and onto the dashboard. Turns out it's hard to simultaneously wave backed-up traffic past and usher the spider back out while laughing that hard.
For whatever reason she's also terrified of moths. Me and the cat have an arrangement - I deploy the broom to stop it perching too high, he does the rest.
