I was fishing down on the Meramec and managed to put a fly high into a tree. I pulled down on the line and got the tip of the branch within reach, grabbed onto it and started working the snag toward me with my fingers. Then it slipped out of my grip. The branch snapped up, and the hook was buried up to the bend in my index finger. So there I was -- standing there pointing my index finger skyward and what plan B would be when I noticed a spider crawling down the branch to check things out. This one was relatively large, I didn't know what it was and was heading for my fly/finger. Now, I'm not necessarily scared of spiders, but sorta do like to have the odds in my favor when one comes around. So, I pulled my finger straight down (which hurt) to get the hook within reach of my free hand, yanked out the hook (which also hurt) and let the branch snap up.
Done, right? Welp -- not quite. I watched the spider ride the branch up, fly into the air then bounce off my hat and disappear. Now I'm not necessarily scared of spiders, but I do kinda like to know where they are. I ditched my hat, swept off each shoulder, checked all the likely places and still no spider. Then my mind started working on me: down the shirt collar, in the waders, puss-oozing spider bites, etc... and I let out an expletive that I'm sure could be heard from the spring to Suicide Hill. I started peeling off stuff but still no spider. Well, I stopped short of nekkid (you're welcome), but eventually got enough stuff off that I was comfortable that he had slipped away. But, for the whole rest of the day every little itch or twitch or anything would give me the heebie-geebies.