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Late one night last year, I found a white tipped spider in my living room here in South Australia. They are quite venomous so I caught it in a glass jar and went outside to release it in a grassy area by a nearby street close to midnight. After I released the spider from the jar, I was making my way back to my house when a car pulled up beside me. Two people in regular clothes claiming to be policemen get out and approach me. The car was not a police car but a regular car. They never showed any ID.
The first thing they asked me was: "What are you hiding?" I'm not hiding anything! They ask me what is in my pockets and there is nothing there. I'm just in my tracksuit holding an empty glass jar. Though they seemed to be convinced that I was hiding something. They ask me what I was doing and what's inside the jar. I tell them the truth - that I was releasing a spider that I had caught in my home.
Then came a series of endless questions such as my full name, address, date of birth, what do I do during the day, who do I live with and if I had any ID (which I didn't.) Some of these questions were very unusual to say the least - they asked me if I had mental problems, if I was on drugs and if I had been drinking. They also asked if my parents were running a drug operation. Logically, the answer to all these questions was 'no.' Finally, they finished all their questioning and allowed me to go home.
In all my weirdest dreams, I would never think that releasing a spider would put me in a situation like this.
What is the world coming to???
The first thing they asked me was: "What are you hiding?" I'm not hiding anything! They ask me what is in my pockets and there is nothing there. I'm just in my tracksuit holding an empty glass jar. Though they seemed to be convinced that I was hiding something. They ask me what I was doing and what's inside the jar. I tell them the truth - that I was releasing a spider that I had caught in my home.
Then came a series of endless questions such as my full name, address, date of birth, what do I do during the day, who do I live with and if I had any ID (which I didn't.) Some of these questions were very unusual to say the least - they asked me if I had mental problems, if I was on drugs and if I had been drinking. They also asked if my parents were running a drug operation. Logically, the answer to all these questions was 'no.' Finally, they finished all their questioning and allowed me to go home.
In all my weirdest dreams, I would never think that releasing a spider would put me in a situation like this.
What is the world coming to???