The Tale of the Rustling Spider
I was driving my wife home from work one day and she was telling me about the close encounter she had with a very large spider earlier that day. She was sitting at her desk when she heard this strange rustling sound next to her. Her office during the workday is almost silent, so the rustling noise was very noticeable.
She looked over at her garbage can and was freaked out by this enormous hairy spider scurrying around in her little trash can (ok, so it was no tarantula, but it was almost 2 inches long with its legs. Pretty big for an office setting)
She gave out a little yelp and quickly grabbed the plastic liner and tied it in a knot. She was safe.
When she was done telling me her little tale, I asked her what she did after that. She said nothing, she just left her garbage sack tied up and the janitor would get it that night.
"So you're just going to let it die in the trash?"
"Uh, yeah, I guess so."
It was at this point in the story that I turned the car around.
We went back to her work and were able to get back in to the building (thankfully there were co-workers that worked later than her). I found her little garbage sack and brought it outside. I inspected it closely and located the furry devil in there, and I ripped the bag open next to him so that he could scurry to freedom. Man could he move!
So yeah, even though I'm terrified of spiders, I don't kill them.
In some cases I'll even drive across town to save one.