I hate facehuggers I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I HATE THEM.
It's pretty sad when you've gotten all John Rambo about the massive acid-blooded wall-climbing jackals intent on tearing you a structurally superfluous, just sort of casually headshotting them as they launch at you down the corridor...and then a little thing the size of a tarantula sends you into paroxysms of quivering, shaky-aimed terror.
Ah, we've all been there.
Just remember, they can't hurt you when they're on fire.
Remember how I was wishing for the peace of oblivion a minute ago?