I used to be deathly scared of spiders (when I was 10 yrs old and trying to fall asleep, I just opened my eyes and a massive one landed on my pillow an inch away from my face. Needless to say I screamed like bloody hell until my mother running in my room and killed it (heart palpitations or what?!). Anyhoo, back on track, it wasn't until I moved out on my own, there was a small cute spider who stayed in his corner in my kitchen ceiling, I made peace with him and called him Edgar. As long as he stayed in his corner (in the kitchen) he was ok. But then after a few months, he had wandered in my bedroom ceiling and I thought, "That's it". So out he went with help of a broom.
That's what I do now, I never kill them (it's not their fault God made them that way), so I put on my rubber gloves (if I'm feeling extra scared), take my broom and put them outside. Everybody lives, including me.