I keep a small bucket on the floor in my sewing room by the ironing board. I drop loose bits of thread in it and then empty it into the bin every so often.
Today, it contained this:
Liz, I'm surprised you didn't hear my shreek from across town........ Mark says I have a definite "spider shreek" - closely followed by me shouting his name.
This spider is definitely destined for eviction - as soon as Mark gets home.