Yesterday I rescued my 2nd spider from a work office. While all the other ladies are squirming and squealing, it's Katisha to the rescue!
Yesterday's incident was a simple rescue, the spider was no bigger then my thumb nail and was hanging down from the ceiling in the middle of the room. The most difficult bit was trying to find a container to catch it in. Once secured in the box, I took it outside and deposited my arachnid friend on a nearby tree.
The fist spider I dealt with was a much bigger beasty ( about the size of my palm ) Not only did this rescue require a box but a step ladder to reach him on, as the bugger had relocated to the ceiling while we were trying to find a container. I was not involved with the release of this creature, as someone had summoned security to undertake the capture. On my way out of the building with my prized catch I met the security guy, it was him who escorted this intruder out of the building. I can only hope he did the right thing by releasing "Cyril Herbert the spider" (I just had to name him) into the near by park.
I felt quite chuffed with both of my rescues. They saying must be true then. You can take the girl out of the country, but not the country out of the girl.
Spiderkat, Spiderkat, does whatever a spiderkat can