The above line is paraphrased from one of my favorite Woody Allen movies of all time, Annie Hall, which I've seen, easily, a thousand times.

I'm sure you can guess why it comes to mind now, so suddenly, 33 years after the film won the Oscar...

My little downstairs bathroom is off the laundry room and I was down there at the crack of dawn, doing laundry. Why wouldn't I be? 6 AM, why not spring out of bed in the dark & freezing cold and do laundry?

I went into the bathroom to throw out a big ball of lint from the dryer trap thingie and one of those enormously huge brown spiders was right smack there on the white wall just above the toilet paper holder and I screamed! Shit! They always come indoors when it gets cold outside. I guess, b/c it's cold outside. But, man, are they scary-looking! And huge!

You could just tell he was looking at me, all creeped out himself. He very, very slowly raised one of those very long legs he has. Really, you could just see him thinking to himself: This shrieking can't be good...