I got bit by one of these (Katie, Darlene, do not click unless you really wanna) this morning. While I was in the shower. On the 4th toe on my right foot, underside. The water from the shower stunned it and it stayed docile, partially wrapped in wet toilet paper until I got a good look at it. After I'd gotten a good enough look at it, the thing dried off enough to try moving about (it wasn't in the best of shape, probably the water was too hot) and, of course, have its life ended swiftly, the fucker. . .

Seriously, though, I'd felt like I'd step on a nail or a needle when the thing bit me. I'm waiting for the swelling to start. . . :-(
No need to encourage infection when some hydrogen peroxide and neosporin would probably take care of it.
Fortunately, this was not a brown recluse, which Katie's father and grandmother were both bitten by only days apart (and a quite few states, to be sure). I've seen some nasty pictures of brown recluse bites, and the scar on Katie's grandmother's back is ugly looking. Kate's dad was bitten in the house, so I had a few freak-out moments when the the thing was lying all crumpled on the tub floor, close to the drain but out of the flow of the water.
All those sweaty germs in there? *shudder*
antibacterial something, neosporin, and dry socks *nods*