The other day I was reading a book, minding my own business when a spider repelled himself Mission-Impossible style on me. “What do you think this is?” I yelled at the spider as I jumped to my feet. We were overrun by these hairy house spiders when we first moved into this flat. I have absolutely no patience for them.
I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a plastic food container to catch him in. We’ve stopped using these containers to store food long ago opting instead for glass, but they come in handy when there is a bug on the loose. Are spiders classified as bug? Probably not.
I got him into the container, put the lid on and left him on the windowsill for my husband to deal with when he got home from his gig. The spider ended up staying in the container fro about a day and a half. I was so annoyed with him that I didn’t even give him a name and I name everything.
He kept moving his hairy, little, spider legs really fast trying to climb up the side of the container. I though he might die of exhaustion before my husband got around to releasing him into the Watford wilderness.
Before my husband finally got around to setting the spider free, he held up the container and said, “Poor little spider. You’ve been locked in this prison for about 10 years spider time and what was your crime?”
I’ll tell you what his crime was. It was being the wrong kind of spider in my house. I think he got off pretty easy too. In most houses he would’ve gotten the death penalty.
Photo by me’thedogs.