As for the spider, if it dares shows up again in my room, it is dead lol. The stupid thing fell from the ceiling onto the bookshelf right above my head in bed. I nervously pulled out books one at a time. Just when I thought it wasn't there and must have gone down the side of the bed, it scuttled out from the books. Cue several more minutes of it disappearing behind books and me pulling them out before I finally get a good opportunity to trap it in a glass. Took it downstairs to the furthest away point from my bedroom and dumped it unceremoniously in a corner. I could not have done it if it had been one of the really big beasts, I think. But I probably could not have done it with this particular spider a couple of years ago. My arachnophobia is improving!
Between you and Sarah (she saves the lives of mice), I feel like I am an inter-species mass murderer because if I see them (spiders) or hear them (mice) they die - no mercy.
Glad you are doing better!