The team readied themselves for a coordinated capture of the creature. George counted down, his voice calm and authoritative. "On three, lift the glass and slide the box over it," he instructed. The team nodded, their muscles tensed in anticipation. "One… two… three!" George called out. In a swift, practiced motion, the glass was lifted, and the box slid into place. Martha held her breath, watching the creature's every move. The moment of truth had arrived.