So....I have a pet spider. Yes, I know it sounds crazy, but its totally true. She lives in the corner of the ceiling in my shower....and she's dying...and I'm sad. Every morning when I shower I look up and there she is. She used to drop down on her spidery web and look at me and now she's hardly moving.
I'm losing my mind because I actually have grown to care for this spider and now she's dying.
BECAUSE SOME PIECES ARE MISSING, BECAUSE OTHERS FIT SO WELL TOGETHER IT LEAVES ME SPEECHLESS. BECAUSE I'M FIGURING OUT HOW TO MAKE IT ALL WORK.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
My Pet Spider
Posted by Wiski at 11:59 PM
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Maybe she's pregnant and just about to make a egg sac and lay a whole bunch of eggs so she's just taking a rest!
Also, this is the first time I find myself thinking that you are more of a hippie than me. I am hereby directing all spiders I should encounter in my future to head your way instead. You're welcome for the new friends; they're all yours.
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