Since we're on topic of unexplainable things...

About 8 years ago I was at one of my best buddy's house. It was early in the afternoon; total daylight. While making some snacks in his kitchen, came across this big spider. The thing was really massive, not the type of creature you'd want around your house, so my buddy smacked it with a rolled up newspaper. Of course he expected to lift the newspaper up to see a squished bug, but it was not so. The spider was still there, unscathed or bruised. We thought it odd that the spider survived the blow, and my buddy hit it again. And again, and again, and again. The spider was completely unharmed. Over 10 blows with a tightly rolled newspaper (the spider was on the marble counter) and the spider was 100% healthy. We didn't know what to do. My friend went to his garage to get something stronger than a newspaper, while I stood guard over the spider. He returned with a hammer and an aluminum baseball bat. We placed the spider on the concrete porch outside the kitchen door. We took turns hitting the spider with the hammer and bat for at least 30 minutes. There were literally hundreds of direct hits from both objects, with nothing but smooth concrete below the spider. The spider was unfazed. We didn't know what to do.

At this point, the situation was getting more than a bit strange. We put the spider in a jar, and boiled some water. Once we had a boiling pot going, we put the spider in it. Nothing. The spider just floated around in the boiling water, swimming. It couldn't get out, but it wasn't dying. We let it boil for about ten minutes -- no visible damage to the spider. It was still alive and moving. My buddy went back to his garage for heavier weaponry. He returned with a blow torch. We torched the shit out of the Spider, no shitting you, and it didn't burn or die. It was the same as at it had always been. Alive, looking at us, moving around a little bit but making no real effort to run away. At this point we had been trying to kill the spider with various methods for well over an hour. It was astonishing.

My buddy and I were nearly speachless. We decided to put the spider in an insect catcher which he had found in his garage. If you don't know what an insect catcher is (I didn't at the time), it's basically an upside-down jar that you put over the insect, and it has a "floor" that you slide under everything so that you can lift the insect up and transfer it somewhere. We put it in the insect catcher, and went into his living room to have a smoke break.

After our smoke break, we decided there has to be a way to kill the spider. We found all kinds of things to hit it with, none of them worked. Hammers, baseball bats, encyclopedias, frying pans, etc etc etc. The fucker wouldn't die, it wouldn't even lose a leg or...anything. Eventually, we just let it go. We threw it off his porch. About two hours later we went back to the kitchen, opened the door to outside, and the fucking spider was sitting on the doormat, just hanging out. We put him back in the insect catcher and brought him back inside. We left him in the insect catcher and went back into his living room to watch TV and smoke. When we went back to the kitchen, The insect catcher was empty.

Weird shit.