Reading your story alone gives me the shivers, I don’t mind spiders as long as I have a way out and I can just observe them, but getting trapped with one like you did (well you didn’t know it was dead at the time) is my nightmare.
Here we are, going on 45 years later, and my brother still laughs about my “dance” as he calls it!
Ever read “1984”? The part where he has his face put into a cage with hungry rats in it?
I guess if I am ever in that situation, I know what will be waiting for me in Room 101.