I already have palm-sized trapdoor spiders that I find dead all over the place when the weather drastically changes. I've only ever found one seemingly healthy one in my house, so I scooped it up, thanked it for coming to visit me, and then placed it outside before the home insecticide could kill it. A found a dead one next to my car in the garage that morning—I don't know if it was my friend or one of his friends... Dude had some big ol' boxing gloves.