Joel rapped the magazine against his open palm of his hand in an overdramatic threatening motion, "Let me kill that little bugger and make it storm tomorrow..." he said through his teeth like he was some sort of gangster -- a not very convincing one.
As he approached the offending spider, it did jump and so did Joel in surprise, making a small squealing sound. He cleared his throat, "Ah hum, ignore that..." He rubbed his temple as he tried to focus to hold the spider still.
Then, he brought his weapon of choice down to squish it, "There you go, m'lady."