Funny story.
One of my old friends had a mother who LOVED spiders. She was a biology professor at an all-girls college. Then, on December 30, 2007, she died in a scuba diving incident.
How does this relate, you may ask? Well, now, whenever I see a spider, I always act as though it's that person's mother (no reincarnation, but just a spiritual sign or something) and thus try to get it out safely. I'm not one for touching spiders (in case it might bite me ;_;), but I'm not afraid of them.