The Spider That Just Wouldn't Die

I was sleeping with my hand under my pillow when I felt something crawl across my fingers. NO! I thought. It was already morning and there was enough light to see by, so I turned over my pillow and there was a spider crawling across it. Not all of my synapses are firing that soon after sleeping so my first impulse was to try smushing it against my pillow. Using my thumb. Can you believe this didn't work? It just kept crawling along as if I'd attempted to towel off the dog after a bath. I carried my pillow to my dresser where I had a tissue and tried to pick up or pinch the spider; it took me several attempts. I gave it a death-squeeze and carried it to the toilet, where I dropped it in. And looked. It was still alive. I flushed the toilet and it's probably now gleefully swimming around the city sewers and trying to find its way back under my pillow.