Except this one wasn't climbing up the spout so much as strolling on my floors. Now he was not as incy wincy as my brain would like him to be and when I saw him I stopped in my tracks. I went and got a pyrex dish and placed it strategically on top.
Then I got on with the ironing but as I was therapeutically removing the creases and the kinks from my life and the sheets I was becoming increasingly aware that I was suffocating this spider. My unease continued until finally I said I had to do liberate it, found some cardboard to slip under the pyrex and took him into the garden to release him and do the RIGHT THING.
Except, except that I had not seen that lurking right next to a fern where I had released him was my pet water dragon and before I had even managed to straighten up it had made a lurch forward and slurped him up and munched on him good and proper. I was mortified - but I guess the water dragon may have thought it was Xmas and I did, for a moment ,think I was doing the right thing.