Spider terror

OK, those of you who know me well, know how I feel about spiders. I'm sure my mother can remember my tears as she was sweeping the corners of our garage of spider webs when one dangled close to her face. And those were like daddy long legs or something. Please take a look at the guest we had in our house last night. Then please imagine my reaction. Heart palpitations, cold sweat, enlarged pupils, and some very sad whimpering followed upon this discovery. Brave Tanya said, "Oh that's not SO big! Wait until you see a huntsman!" No thank you. She asked me to take off my flip flop so she could kill it and I wouldn't give it to her, ran into my bedroom and closed the door until I heard the tell-tale WHACK WHACK WHACK sign. Once I deemed it safe to emerge from behind a closed door and determined that it was indeed dead, I went in for a closer look - well, at a respectful distance of at least 1-2 feet. I've never seen a spider that size in a house before, and hope I won't again. Just writing this has given me goosebumps. Later, we noticed Daisy, the cocker spaniel, munching on something. I pointed this out to Tanya who went to investigate and we discovered she was chewing on a gigantic snail like a piece of gum. Needless to say, my nerves were a bit frayed after the spider incident and I may or may not have made some passing comments about the wildlife in Australia coming into the house. It was pointed out that perhaps spiders and snails weren't EXACTLY considered wildlife. You be the judge....