Ugh. I discovered a daddy long-legs climbing my bedroom wall a couple of weeks ago. It had a tiny body but long, long legs. I picked it up with a tissue and shook it out over the balcony. He might have broken a couple of legs on the way down.
Years ago when we lived in Atlanta, the land of the creepies, I woke from a sound sleep feeling something on my arm. I thought it was just the edge of the sheet but when I brushed it away it was definitely not the sheet. I threw the sheet back, flew out of bed and turned the light on. My poor husband, not fully awake, was standing at the side of the bed going "What!?! What!?!"
What was on my arm was a 4 inch centipede! No idea where it came from. I'd just changed the bed that day.
