Shelob
Along with moving back to Brazil, and discovering that I'd adopted a new bird, (which I named "Fransisco" which is very funny if you've seen "The Elf") we also found and adopted a Tarantula that was in our pool. We named her Shelob. (LOTR, get it? hehe) We thought she was dead, which is why my dad was touching it, taking pictures and everything . He had saved it to play a joke on one of our friends (who, threw all of our chairs in our pool and took off our bumper on our car while we were gone.) My dad's plan was to throw it right next to him and be like "dude, look there's a spider!" (We had just heard of him freaking out about a little bat so we thought this would work well) As my dad goes to throw it, Shelob stars to run! (Keep in mind we thought she was dead. Very dead.) I ran away at that point so I missed the initial reaction of my dad or our friend, but it was quite the experience. To make a long story short, Shelob is unfortunately, alive and well today. She's living in a Ziploc storage container. Watching me as though to say "Watch where you step, because I'm out to get you!" She even eats those cute little gekkos, a creature that I actually like! But it is pretty cool to say that we own a spider. Even though I hate them.
So that was my first (and hopefully last) encounter with a Tarantula.
g'nite ya'll!
hannah*

