Oh dear! Spider with a broken leg, I think. I was aware that this thing was scuttling about the kitchen while I was blogging, so decided to confine it under a glass so s/he could be released later, then forgot about the glass, walked across floor and kicked it. Spider disappeared, then re-appeared out from under the cooker, dragging fluff around and with a bit of a broken-legged gait. Oh DEAR! SORRY, SPIDER! Mind you, it can still get a move on and so it's going to go to sleep there* and Husband Will Collect in the morning.
*Actually, I relented and dealt with it myself; it's now reached freedom out of the back door. Its leg seems miraculously healed too.