One time my wife saw a very large spider in our bed when changing the sheets. She insisted that I go up there and kill it but I could not find it. I looked everywhere and practically disassembled the entire bed. But you guessed it, she slept in a spare bedroom that night and then the next and then the next...
At first it was nice having the bed all to myself but I eventually had to go outside, find a spider, kill it, and bring it to the bedroom where I triumphantly announced that I had finally found it and killed it. Once she saw it, she was okay to come back to our bed again.

This guy?