The first one, I thought was a brown recluse, but Sutures said it wasn't. Which was a good thing, I've been bitten by one previously. The second one is even bigger than the first, legs and all, size of an old fashioned silver dollar, and I killed TWO! Not really sure what either are. At least the pictures don't make me queasy any more since I've looked at them so many times.
This time last year, I think it was, I killed a black widow as it was nonchalantly crawling across the kitchen floor like it owned the place.
I HATE spiders ever since I was bitten. Tarantulas don't bother me, it's the ones that can make you sick or kill you that freak me out, and then of course the huge mutated ones on deserted islands.