You're relaxing and jamming to Hamilton, when you see it. Big, gross, and an ungodly amount of legs.
Sure, spider's are cute when they're Tom Holland, but otherwise... no thank you. You look at the spider, and freeze.
Okay, two choices:
1. Run (but slowly so you don't slip and die).
2. Finish your shower bravely and calmly.
You opt for 2, because courage really does come while humming 'My Shot'.
"... Okay spider, be quiet if you agree that we will leave each other alone."
You go on, not taking your eyes off the creature. Who can trust something with more than two eyes? You grab a shampoo bottle, which of coarse slips out of your hand and slams down on the tub (because that's what they like to do, especially late at night when you're family is sleeping... okay, tangent over.)
You look at the spider, scared that you scared it. How ironic.
It's not on the wall anymore.
You: *screams and slips, in an effort to escape*
Turns out you aren't as brave as you think you are.