Reminds me of the spiders in Thailand. Some of them shared our house with us, from time to time. And they were big, and hairy, and about the size of your hand. My strategy for dealing with them was just to give them their space. You want the wall in the kitchen, big guy? It's yours. Have at it. Be my guest. I'll just . . . just . . . uh, I think I hear someone calling my name in another room.
So the spiders and I got along pretty well. Now Evan, on the other hand, as usual, had a different approach. I won't elaborate on all the mishaps he got into with the spiders, but let's just say he discovered that getting them onto a broom handle he was holding was not such a good idea. And that mace doesn't do much to spiders, but does seem to affect the cat who was sitting in the room and watching you. And the girlfriend when she gets home hours later and realizes you sprayed mace in the house.
Anyway, this sucker looks nothing like those spiders, but he does look like you don't want to mess with him.