Just thought I'd share what happened this morning. At 3am, my dog jumped up onto my bed, bounced on me a couple of times and growled. That certainly got my attention and frightened the sh** out of me. After she got my attention, she sat back and stared at the ceiling. Sure enough, there was a huge spider over the top of me on the ceiling. I scrambled out of bed and got the spray - thought I gave a deadly enough dose, but the darned spider ran across the ceiling and down the wall behind my bed. I left the room. When I went back in, my dog was lying on the floor with her nose pointed at the now very groggy spider. I disposed of that very quickly, but I was wide awake, so didn't go back to bed. Is it any wonder I think my dog is great? Imagine a big spider just dropping down on you - real heart attack material.