In Oz it's a common occurrence to have a huntsman living in your car. It's like having a surprise pet. A few years ago I had one living in the car. One day I was driving into town and I felt it crawl on to the back of my neck. By the time I had parked the car, it had crawled on to my face and over my sunglasses. I got out of the car, removed my sunglasses and shook it off into a garden bed. When I came back from shopping it was still where I left it, looking exposed and forlorn. So I took pity on it, picked it up and put it back in my car.
And they all live happily ever after