"...sending spiders to their doom by putting them outside..." GOOD!!!

I don't mind those spindly fragile-looking ones, except their blasted webs are all over the house. But one look at a 'real' spider and it's either me or it. So far my husband has agreed I stay and the spiders go.
I'm a wildlife enthusiast, but the trouble is, with a phobia one can't control the reaction. It's instant and petrifying. I shake for ages afterwards and imagine yet more of the buggers running across the bed or up the walls. I even have a recurring nightmare where one appears on my pillow. One of these days I'll have a heart attack and the spiders will have won.
It's funny though, I have no fear at all of rats, mice or snakes (and I've seen some very venomous ones in W Africa)