Bugs and a QUESTION

There was a bug on my wall last night that I swear was the size of a Buick. At least in my hyper-sensitive, ten o'clock at night, looking at the thing in the shadows, on the fourth night alone in the house 'cause John is away on a business trip (which he gets back from this morning- yay) perspective that's how big it was. In all honesty I never got close enough to really tell and I didn't want to turn the lights on full to see it more clearly or startle it, but it was bigger than my thumb and undulating with some kind of legs and that was more than enough to freak me out. So I cringed under it and up the stairs and stayed there the rest of the night. Of course, when I steeled myself to go downstairs this morning to get ready to head to work it was nowhere to be seen, which, of course, in its own way is worse.

Brrr, I really, really don't like large bugs. Deb laughs at me. She says I'd survive at a northern cottage about 25 minutes. Recalling some of the photos she's posted in the past I don't doubt her.

QUESTION- Are you afraid of bugs? Are there some you're more afraid of then others? How do you deal with them when you find them in your house? Battle them yourself? Get someone else to do it? Send your cat in to finish off the critter? Do you release them back into the great outdoors or send them to oblivion?

I'm not sure if this post is going to make me feel better or worse about the multi-legged guy hidin' in my house... :)