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Spider Pet?

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So late last night I was chillin' in my chair watching mah shows, and I see a dang spider skip on in through the partially open french doors, and I kid you not, run like there's a fire, all the way across my living room TOWARDS ME! I scream & jump up and yes, it's the scene out of Madagascar with the spider, only I'm telling myself, "Get it! Get it! Get it!" While this deft two-eight-stepping spider dodges my slipper and is probably yelling "Get it!" Too...Spidey dashes into a stack of boxes, right next to my recliner and uncomfortably close to my bedroom door! I couldn't find it. I went to bed and I swear, every three minutes I jerked awake convinced the spider was climbing in my hair whispering "You missed me, bitch!" 
5am rolls around and my Toby needs to go out and I need to take my meds, I attend to my thyroid levels and watch the floor closely as I take Toby out. I go out and stand in the first step, Toby goes out, Stella goes out, AND I KID YOU NOT here comes that GD spider high tailing it out of the house! It got to the edge of the step and Stella spotted it. It stopped, then began to turn around to come back in! Stella goes for it, I go for it, and 2 inches from the threshold, I have to squish it with my bare foot.

So then this morning I'm telling Cajun what happened, and she says, maybe it was just going out to pee like the other animals were and it just wanted to be your pet...

Now I'm sad.

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