I only kill black widows. Usually don’t see them inside. The others I usually escort outside.
One time had a small hairy spider fall from the ceiling in my San Francisco apartment. The little bastard was ugly as can be, like a miniature tarantula. What struck me though, as I was in the bathroom and it landed on the counter… it watched and tracked me! As I moved, it moved. Since learned it is a jumping spider. Up here in wine country, there is a striking version, black with a red abdomen.
Other than that, every late spring or so, we have an outbreak of house spiders. Strangely most notable in the master bath where, in the morning, I will find 1-3 trapped in the bathtub. Daily. You think they’d figure it out, but nope. Every day for a month! Every year. *shrugs