And, yep, it's huge.
There was only one other thing that kept me from slapping it with my shoe, and I'm not sure a simple shoe slap would have been enough.
Hon's method for avoiding crunch during bug mashing is to let out a long, loud yell during which the shoe comes down. That's fine for a quick kill on the wall or the floor, but Mr. Spider tucked himself into a corner. There's no easy way to kill a bug in a corner, especially one this big. If I were actually lucky enough to hit it without getting crawled on, it's clear that by the time I would have finished him off with screaming and slapping, a posse of police cars would have converged on my driveway.
I let it go.
Maybe he's on his way to Maine.