Obviously you could keep your legs off the floor, but then you might get too comfortable...and then you might be woken up by one of them crawling across your face. This happened to me one, and I jerked my head so violently I functionally decapitated myself and the spider was launched halfway to Mars.
*Shudders at the memory*
Still, I'm much better with spiders when they aren't spelunking in my nasal cavities, and so it was with an odd sort of pleasure I came across this chap - note the palps - outside the front door. He would be the son of one of the mate hunting giants from the autumn, and in six months time it will be his turn to maraud around my carpet looking out for love.
I wish him luck.