My husband is the biggest wuss when it comes to spiders. Let me share this story with you guys. About 2 years ago, I was nine months pregnant. You girls are familiar with that time. I was fat, bloated, swollen ankles, could barely move. Matt, my DH was coming out of our bedroom in our BRAND NEW house, and low and behold, he saw a HUGE black spider crawling on the floor. He went into hysterics. He jumped on the couch and started screaming for me. This is really funny, cause my husband is (at this time, he's out now) a big, bad MARINE. OORAH and all that. I come running out of the kitchen as fast as my fat feet and ankles will carry me to see what all the commotion is about. He points out the spider, and I scooped it up and out of the house. He asked if I got it, and I said yes, but I don't think he believed it. About an hour later, after noticing him checking under the couch for bugs, I screamed at him, "OMG, There's that spider....MATT, it's on your Shoulder!" I'm laughing just remembering this. He jumped up, screamed like a little girl, and was started stripping off his clothes. Seriously, he was nekkid in less than 2 minutes. I started laughing, and he figured out I was just messing with him. Do you guys know he pouted with me for the rest of the night. I mean, hardcore, 3 year old kid pouted. I don't care though. It was the most fun I'd had in a long time.
So yeah, just scoop the spiders into a cup and squash them.