
After finding an empty plastic beaker, I trapped the Tegenaria domestica, and sliding some card under the beaker was able to pick it up. I glanced into the beaker, and with an air of superiority that comes with only millennia of evolutionary progress or intelligent design I said, 'ha'.
And the spider stood there (stood seems such a little word for something that has eight legs) and gave me such a dirty look... so I threw it out the house