It's not that big, really. If you include the legs, the whole thing probably had about a 2.5 inch diameter.
I was concentrating on a silly battle, when my boyfriend says, "There's a
gigantic spider on the wall."
I thought, "Oh, lord, it can't possibly be gigantic." I was thinking I was going to turn and see a decently sized tiny little jumping spider or something. But I was somewhat surprised when I finally turned to look. Certainly nothing comparable to the giant wolf spiders we used to see all the time at my father's house, though.
Then he wouldn't kill it. He just got some bug spray and sort of stared at it. By the time he asked me to kill it, it had crawled up toward the ceiling, in the corner between the wall and the air conditioning. It started out on the wall about five feet off the ground, but no, he had to wait until it was inaccessible to me to start sending me off into battle with it.
So, I have to be the one to kill the spiders. He's afraid that it's going to jump onto his face or something, but he's perfectly okay with the idea of it jumping onto my face, apparently.
He also refuses to touch the mice when it's time to feed the snake, dead or alive. And despite the fact that the mice are offered to the snake using ~6-7 inch long prongs, it's a chore to persuade him to do that as well.