Here he sits (Image is 104Kb. We named him 'Pedro' for the time he was living with us) in the corner of the doorway to our bathroom, apparently waiting for food to fly in his general direction. Now, huntsmen aren't dangerious, so we pretty much left him to his own devices, but after about three days I chased him into a bucket and threw him out into the garden; not because we feared him, but because he was staring at my wife. In the nude. So out he went, all pretty undramatically.

Now, I have for some time thought about a follow-up to these spider postings, titled "The number of ways you could be killed while gardening", but the amount of gardening has been minimal. Now that we've bought a house in Cook ( Update : links to the house removed as they were taken off the house selling site because ... erm, we bought it) the gardening and crawling-under-the-house-to-lay-cables activities will increase. We'll be sure to bring our camera with us (of course, while dressed in chainmail and heavy boots! :) and expect that follow-up in a month or so.