Spider Catcher B2001 The Original, Green, 68.9 x 12.69 x 6.49 Centimeters

I bought my first one of these in 2019.The spring has only just gone, so a new one is an absolute must.I have found these invaluable in getting rid of spiders from my home.This is an excellent product.

Just bought our second one after the handle stopped working on the first one (but have now fixed the handle so currently have two - one upstairs, one downstairs). It works every time - you can do it at arm's length and it makes life a lot easier - just let them go outside (or out of a window if it's late at night). This was originally a "joke" Christmas present but has turned out to be used time and time again and extremely useful!

Catches them without killing them but some of the catchers have come off

The device is very effective

When I split with my partner I needed a spider catcher! I can now remove them myself using this. You are far enough away to get them quickly and throw out of window! If you are scared of them like me! Easy to use. Thank goodness I found this!

I'm not entirely sure the makers fully appreciated who their audience was for this product. It stands to reason that if you want one of these things you don't like spiders. My girlfriend doesn't like spiders - and when I say 'doesn't like' I mean that she thinks that dropping a small tactical nuke on the entire neighbourhood to get rid of a spider is a perfectly acceptable response to seeing one nestled in the corner of the room. So, being the caring fellow that I am, I looked at all the available options, and I liked the look of this one. Nice arms reach, doesn't kill them, does the job.Foolishly I just left it in the delivery box that Amazon supplied. This was a mistake. Not 'there's an iceburg, full speed ahead!' Titanic mistake, but nonetheless, a grievous error on my part. Is it *seriously* a good idea to festoon the packaging with pictures of large hairy black spiders? Did the designers not think? Clearly not. So aforementioned GF opens the Amazon packaging, wondering what her delightful BF has got her. Puts her hand in, pulls out the item, sees black hairy spiders and screams. Now, when I say 'screams' I don't mean those little girlie 'oh, oh oh!' screams, I mean the full on 'I just found a headless body and I'm determined to alert the world to it' screams. Box gets drop kicked across the room, spider catcher going in a different direction and just missing the dogs head by a mere.. well - spider thread. After some calming down (half a bottle of red wine) we're ready to start again.Now, the thing that you don't notice when you look at the packaging, because you're too busy not looking at the pictures of big hairy black spiders is that the makers have thoughtful put a big black hairy plastic spider in the packaging for you to practice on. You can see where we're going with this, can't you? I can imagine the discussion around the design shop for this bit... 'tell you what, let's put a pretend spider in there with it, that'll really freak them out... what a jolly jape that will be!' Then some other wit says 'Oh yeah, and let's make the packaging for the catcher out of that quite hard plastic, so you have to rip it really hard to open it.' I bet they both got their bonuses that day I can tell you.So, with trembling hands GF manages not to look at the picture on the packing. Neither of us notice Mr Plastic Hairy Spider, and GF finally manages to tear her way in. It's a bit of a struggle, but eventually she manages it. The plastic rips, the catcher goes one way and the plastic spider flies up into the air. It was at this moment time almost stood still. I saw the spider going up in the air, tumbling upwards quite gracefully - as did GF, who at this point thinks I must really have it in for her - until it reaches the top of its arc, and comes sailing back down again. Straight into GF's hair. Now, if you remember I mentioned a scream earlier. She emitted a second, much louder scream - I swear a couple of glasses shattered in the kitchen and the next door neighbours thought I was murdering several cats. The ripped plastic went one way - it was a good job the dog has good reflexes because he just managed to duck as the sharp shards whizzed past his ears - and the catcher went the other way, giving me a good bonk on the head. I can now therefore attest that the spider catcher is quite robust.GF was doing a dance around the room as though she was on hot coals. Part of me managed to dispassionately think 'Oh, so that's what it looks like when someone tries to tear their hair out... interesting!' while the rest of me considered going to assist. However, by this point I thought that I'd probably done enough damage for one evening so I curled up on the sofa well out of harms way. GF found the plastic spider, and screamed again. It was flung across the room, towards the dog, who immediately thought 'Ohhhh, treats!' and snapped it up before I could shout 'arachnid!'. He looked a little puzzled, since it was the first plastic flavoured spider he'd eaten, but he's game for most things, so it didn't phase him.GF meanwhile was stood in the middle of the room - hair everywhere like she'd been pulled through a hedge backwards by an angry goat, shaking with a heady mix of fear, relief and anger... I was simply grateful that she didn't actually have the spider catcher in her hand at this moment, since I think she would have found a rather different, and more painful use for it.I have yet to find out if the actually catcher does what it is supposed to do. You don't get that many spiders in the sort of motel you go to for sanctuary in the middle of a cold winters night. If I'm very lucky, I might be allowed back into the house one day....

I’m not the household spider hunter, but my husband used to spend ages chasing them around the house with a container and a bit of paper. This is a game changer… I feel confident using it, and now he is able to efficiently relocate the spider without having to chase it around the house. Less entertaining for me, but far more efficient for him and the spider!

I'm an advocate of the humane catch and release approach to removing spiders from my house - because although I don't like them, I can't justify using that as an excuse to kill them, plus I actually find dead spiders almost worse than live ones... peeling them off the underside of a perfectly good book is not a favourtie activity of mine.So I was looking for something with the power, yet the soft touch, and this seemed to suggest it had both these qualities. Well, had I wanted to pick up plastic spiders (like the ones that comes with the thing), then happy days! But I didn't. I wanted to catch very live, very large, very fast-moving targets from a distance and usher them out into a new life in the suburbs, preferably in someone else's house.It arrived packaged in what I can only describe as a wardrobe sized cardboard box. Definitely wins the prize for the most ridiculous packaging I've ever seen, and this detracted rather from that usually elating experience of opening a new toy and trying it out. I'm not kidding - I even took a photo of it inside this huge box to tweet to Amazon (they didn't tweet back sadly...). So now I had enough scrap paper to keep a nursery school in business for the next year, and a very small stick with a brush on the end of it. Oh, and a plastic spider which kept very still when I picked it up with the catcher (awfully compliant). All good so far!It just so happened that my first living subject was a large, non-plastic, ugly house spider, one of those with the big eyes on stalks, not dissimilar to the CGI spiders in Arachnophobia (I should never have been allowed to watch that). It already had a leg missing and had crawled through water on the kitchen floor, so was sort of sliding slowly towards the door. Ok, so this is the perfect scenario right? 7-legged spider, not on the wall or in a corner, got to be an easy one. Hardy ha.I pulled the trigger in the handle and placed the brush part over 'Mr Leggy'. Being the gentle animal lover (or in this case 'respector') that I am, I tried to close the bristles slowly to avoid inadvertently severing any more limbs. My leggy adversary slid casually between them to freedom. He also regained the use of his faculties somewhat and suddenly became the embodiment of my terror, by beginning to run in that way that only those who fear the beasts will understand the implication of. With my heart in my mouth, I tried several more times to catch him, this time with faster technique. To no avail. In the end I had to settle for leaving him under a glass for my husband to deal with in the morning, rendering the kitchen out of bounds for the rest of the evening. No dinner for me.I think this product would work better as a head massager than a spider catcher frankly, and it's now been demoted to that hall cupboard with the steam mop and dumb bells I bought and realised were useless. And why is it listed under toys??