My fearless husband always picks up gigantic spiders from our bathroom with his bare hands and pops them outside. Meanwhile I'm running round screaming in terror. Once, a particularly large and ferocious-looking specimen actually bit him. I expressed great concern, but he merely shrugged and smiled. He's my absolute hero.
When staying alone in Senegal many years ago (in Casamance) I kindly offered to put their goats away for the night in their little stable under the water tower. As I was patting them and saying goodnight (in French Goatese of course) I suddenly noticed a huge hairy bloomin' monster of a spider beside me on the wall. It moved, ready to jump I think. My goodness, I fled screaming and the African owners fell about laughing.