This thread should have come with a health warning.
My apartment's a ground floor one, euphemistically known as a garden apartment. We also appear to cultivate wolf spiders in the field beyond the hedge. These mothers are like a walking almond. Before the community installed a watering system, I used to find these things clinging to the beading that holds in the glass in the wooden french windows. You can hardly distinguish them from the wood, except that I varnish the wood. I may have accidently varnished spiders too at some period.
However, I think they may now be starting to relish the artificial midnight showers and find exercise in dodging the spray by climbing up to my pad again.
At first, I used to feel such revulsion that I had to kill them, my heart in my mouth. Now, many years later, I can face them more bravely and try to coax them onto the bottom of one of those brooms made from stiff grass of some kind. The trick is to be gentle but firm: damage them not, but flick then carefully over the hedge and back to their proper environment. That gentle flick is actually so powerful a flick that I can never tell if the actual creature has followed through with the motion and flown the natural trajectory, or is simply stuck inside the grasses, ready to catch me out the next time I pick up the broom.
Ah, Nature; I love you!
Rob C