|When I first saw him, he was already in this defensive position, with most of his knees pulled tightly together to make a tent over his cephalothorax (head/chest unit).|
|A few seconds later, he is changing position, raising the first set of legs, pointing the tips up at me.|
|A definite threat position. "I'm gonna get you!"|
I couldn't blame him; I had exposed his hideaway to the light, vibrated it repeatedly as I removed screws with the electric drill, then flipped it upside-down. And worse was to come; rather than trash him with the old metal, I brushed him out with an eagle feather, then herded him away from my working area. On the run, he kept stopping to challenge the feather.