… but you oughtn’t have hidden in my slipper.
So I’m disrobing so I can take a shower, and I see something on my toenail. I reached down and picked it up, and it was a dead spider. The only place it could have come from was my left slipper. I catch spiders and take them outside; not kill them. Pity, it chose a poor place to hole up. Down the sink it went.
Mean. There, now you’ll feel bad.
I love spiders, and usually just leave them, but one time a very big one decided to watch arachnophobia with me. Nope. Sorry spider. That just crossed a line.
I once rescued/relocated a spider, only to see it pounced on by another spider the moment I set it down. That was rather depressing.
I’m not fond of spiders but I leave them alone, as long as they remain in dark corners or on the walls & ceiling. But if a spider crawls across the floor or on my furniture, it dies. It has nothing to do with hating spiders, it’s specifically to discourage that particular evolutionary path – the fewer floor-crawling spiders survive, the more unlikely they are to reproduce and create more floor-crawling spiders.
It genuinely works. 
What if it crawls across your bare foot? I was brushing my teeth one morning, and one of those big giant house spiders crawled across one of my feet. After I finished brushing my teeth, I caught it and took it outside.
Actually, no spider in recent memory has ever crawled across my bare feet, thanks to my Arachnid Artificial Selection Program. 
Crickets sometimes do, though. And crickets really squick me out, oddly enough. I hate the way they shudder and swirm in the paper towel before I crush the life out of them (they are also subject to the A.A.S.P., y’see – my apologies to all insect lovers, but it’s in the name of science.)