In my last apartment I had a pet spider. I aclled him Spidy. He was a daddy long-legs
I used to watch him make his webs over my bed, and bid him good night before I go to sleep. He also was strong. He fought those small strong jumping black spiders by webbing them. He doesn't jump or use force, but he can web like a loom. But then the tragic day happened. He got married, and I was swarmed with daddy long-legs. I had to destroy his webs and use a magazine to lead him to someone else's apartment. It was one of the saddest days of my life
Okay I need a life I know
