I’ve seen a lot of things working in the escape room biz. I’ve heard a lot of things as well. I’ve increased my repertoire of swear words, I’ve seen arguments, laughter and heart warming moments.

Until today I had never seen a game stopped by a butterfly.

Just to save you all checking. It’s February.

February, as far as I know, is not a month for butterflies.

And yet, there we are watching a butterfly – and a massive one at that – fly around a room while one of the people in the room is frantically waving at the cameras because, it turns out, butterflies scare the life out of her.

What then transpired was two grown men – me and my colleague – and one of the two from the escape room team trying a variety of different techniques to catch the blooming thing. The other girl, the one scared of butterflies (as we know, the most terrifying of all the insects) stood in the hallway trying to coax it out as if it were a dog.

Butterflies do not react like dogs.

They just continue to fly round and round a room just out of reach of anything but a fingertip.

We used – during the course of the butterfly extraction – a plastic axe, a knight’s helmet, a stick, some trunking you could put wires through and a ladder. It was, at one point, incredibly tempting to just throw a bag at the bloody thing because nothing should take that much catching!

And then it went up into the ceiling tiles and we thought that was the end of it. We turned around and it came back out.

We eventually got it, captured humanely. No plastic axes needed, it turned out. I mean, it was potentially lethal for us as Andy, my colleague, stuck his hand in the light fitting while up a metal ladder which I was holding on to.

And then you find yourself in possession of a butterfly.

We let it go outside, but felt incredibly bad doing it given that it’s colder than a witch’s tit at the moment.

It was either that or we’d have to add “may feature a butterfly” to the room description.