Jul 25 2009
The Shop Pet
I made a new acquaintance the other day… the shop pet. He wandered out from under his lair, coming out to explore the open expanse of concrete and survey his kingdom!
He was in plain site for several minutes before scurrying back underneath things that aren’t really easily moved. We didn’t name him/her, he/ she just is…
I’m not entirely sure of the exact species anymore than the gender, but arachnid’s of that size usually bring to mind only one, tarantula….
Now, I’m not a gambling man, but the odds of him climbing my leg to get in a really good bite are pretty small, so he we didn’t tear the shop apart to terminate his pest control contract. I just won’t be reaching into areas that I can’t see into any time soon.
As long as he doesn’t decide to get the urge to share my lunch, we will get along fine.
I never had a problem with spiders as long as they stay off me. Multiple legs are kinda creepy.
I vote you name him and offer him a treat every once in awhile…maybe a giant palmetto bug? I’m not as huge fan of spiders, but with the other creepy crawlies lurking in the dark, he/she could be your new best friend!
Simply borrowing the name from Frank Zappa’s song, Boris didn’t get that size from steroid abuse… I’d say he’s earned his keep. Once had a girlfriend who owned a horse barn. On particularly fly-ridden days, she’d wander around the barn, crushing spiders and yelling, “You’re Fired!”