At this point he literally turned around to look at me, as if to say, "OK, lady, I've had enough!"
Being the idiot that I am about nature (hey, I was born in South Philly, the only insects we had to be concerned with there were large city-dwelling cockroaches!), I called Tom to ask how to get him outside without hurting him... He said to get one of our long kitchen spoons and have him hop onto it to move him outside. That wasn't as easy as it sounds - he got on the spoon and then flew off in a haphazard fashion JUST as I got to the open door. A second try was more successful.
I put him on the grass near a nice bush, and away from any potential FEET that could squish him (at that hour no one was outside, but why risk it). Hope my little buddy is happier out there! |