My grammy always told us that if you killed a spider, it would rain.

We're pretty good at the cup + paper catch/release. (I always wonder what the bug thinks about that.) It doesn't work for the millipedes that come up from the basement when it gets real dry down there. Some of them are the size of lobsters - or seem so, in their alien-ness - and are too soft-bodies to endure catch & release. So we put our hands over our eyes and chant, "go back downstairs, go back downstairs!"