8/2/2019 Tarantula [Tot]
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I used to live in a large Victorian house in south-east London
with my landlady and her boyfriend.
We all shared the living room, dining room and kitchen and got
on very well with each other. My
landlady and her boyfriend were also extremely understanding and
supportive of my frequently
changing hobbies.
There was the time I boiled a rat's skull in a saucepan to make
customised jewellery. And the
time I stripped my 750cc motorbike in the living room, dumping a
tank full of petrol over the
carpet. Then there was the stand-off between my 11foot python
and one of the cats, which
destroyed the curtains in a bid to escape.
My landlady might not have minded snakes but she was very afraid
of spiders. I knew this when I
bought my tarantula.
As you can imagine, she was horrified at the prospect of living
in the same house as a Mexican
red knee, but I convinced her of my need for this spider. I
pleaded his rarity - there were perhaps
only a few hundred left in the world (not including the 20 or so
in the pet shop). I told her London
Zoo was starting a breeding programme and I had a male which was
even rarer. Naturally, they
would be interested in using my spider as a mate for its
females. I persuaded her that it would be
good company for my iguana. I promised that my baby spider of
one inch across would definitely
not get any bigger (I omitted to tell her that it was classified
as a bird-eating spider with an adult
leg span of about six inches)
Finally, when I promised faithfully to keep him locked in a box
in a locked glass aquarium in my
locked room, she reluctantly agreed.
The day the tarantula escaped, my landlady was at work. ... si
aici tre sa intervin eu adica tu :D
I went to the grocery store and when I was back I realised that
the top of the aquarium has been
pushed away and my beloved spider was missing. At that short
notice I didnt realise theimportance of the big escape. My only
concern was not to step on my little pet.
But only when I heard the front door closing I managed to
connect the escape to my landladys
fear of spiders. Then I started to panic and desperately look
for my Mexican Redknee tarantula.
By the time the landlady reached the kitchen, I had already
searched the bathroom and the living-
room. When I met her, I was somewhat calm, but when I saw my
five-inch spider crawling behind
her on the fridge, I instantly started to sweat and tremble. As
she started talking to me, my baby
spider was looking at her not realising the stress that it put
me through. I roughly talked to my
landlady, who was very happy and joyfull not knowing what
creature was standing behind her.
Then I had the brilliant idea to pretend hearing a phone
ringing, which was not mine. The landlady
ran to the other room to check on her phone. I rapidly grabbed
the spider and rushed to my room,when I tumbled upon the landlady
which was returning to the kitchen telling me that her phone is
in there. Inspired by movies I now regret seeing, I put the poor
spider in my pants and walked
slowly to my room. I cannot imagine how I managed to support
that amount of tickling. I finally
entered my room and put Mr. Tickle back into his box.
From what happened in that day, my spider got a name, Mr.
Tickle, and I gained immunity to
tickling.
