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.
bye
Spiderkat, Spiderkat, does whatever a spiderkat can
2 comments:
Good on you. I really hate people squashing things, as if they have some god given right to exist but nothing else does.
Mind you, I don't have the same mercy for mozzies, but they bite and spread disease.
Spiders, while they frighten me too, if they're far too close, are one of those things I'll capture and let go outside.
There was a cockroach on my computer desk earlier, and I got that to crawl up on a bit of paper and let that go on the daffodils.
Wolfie!
ah, I show no mercy to cockies, flys and like you the mozzie.
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