It actually happened twice...from that picture and another time when I was hooking up a new propane tank to our grill. We just pulled the grill out of the shed in the spring and when I was attaching the hose, I realized I was face to face with a wolf spider on the leg of the grill...big ol’ sucker. I yacked on the porch right there.
My husband thought it was just a little thing and grabbed a paper towel. He came out to squish it and he even backed up with a “Woah...I thought you were exaggerating again...”
Last summer I smacked a fat spider that trotted out from under the gas grill - that’s when the fun began.
What seemed to be a thousand little versions came sprinting out for “The Great Land Grab” dash across the pool deck - all of them looking to stake claim to their very own nook or cranny. I was doing a speed round version of whack-a-mole with my hands trying to put a stop to it.
Again - wife thought that was awfully amusing with the palms of my hands looking like raisin bread.
I guess “barf alert” isn’t just a figure of speech in your world.