In what was the high-point of my morning here at the home office, I managed to corner a pretty good-sized spider using the tried-and-true plastic cup/envelope humane trapping method. (It was definitely big enough that I wouldn't want it to bite me. I feel like I could see its eyes.)
Anyway, when I got to the front door - cup and envelope in hand - I realized that it had somehow escaped from it's Hannibal Lecter-esque plastic cell, and now I'm a little concerned that there's a somewhat scary spider with a vendetta on the loose, and in my bedroom, no less, where I sleep.
Exciting times.
I may have to leave the house for a while.
-izikeyl
Knowing your pre-dispostion as a life-time arachnophobiac, I can understand your continued concerns over the exact location of your escaped critter. Next time, be more concerned about your own safety vs. the life of the spider. That spider, or its more vicious cousin, could literally kill you (as almost happened, as you know, to little Tawny in CO).
Posted by: dad | December 03, 2008 at 01:41 PM