Meaning well, I tried to give him a lift, but he struggled and panicked and in all the ruckus ... one of his eight legs FELL off. Yep, just fell to the ground where it lay on the white tiles twitching and moving like it was still attached. I was really quite fascinated, in a gross way, and as I stood transfixed by the jerking limb, Mr Daddy One-Less Leg made his escape. He was on a bit of a lean, but did his best to hobble up over the (now) crumpled bath mat to the safety of the bathroom cabinet. I should have rendered first aid, but wasn't sure how to pick up his lost limb or if I should put it on ice or not?
|The spider's twitching limb - sounds like a Halloween movie title|
I watched his lifeless leg twitch for a full minute and a half ... isn't that just amazing?!
I left what remained of the spider, hiding under the kickboard of the cabinet. Poor guy ... he deserved a day off after that ordeal.
|Poor Mr Daddy One-Less Leg - rough day at the office|
Wonder if I should advise Worksafe? But I don't want them delving into his obvious alcohol problem ... this was 8am this morning - far too early for a spider to be drinking! Bet he will have a hell of a hangover tomorrow and wonder how on earth he lost a leg. Good luck explaining that one to the missus mate! Great story for the mates however.