Spiders and I have a truce. If they stay up near the ceilings or otherwise out of sight, I am happy to let them help with the pest population and thank them for their service. However, if they're closer to me-level, my ick instinct takes over and they will be dealt with before I go shower the mental itch away.
I've worked hard to conquer my general squeamishness about spiders — if there are more than eight legs, then all bets are off — so this seems like a good balance. They still creep me out, though.