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Anonymous
My brother got a pet tarantula shortly before moving out waaaaaaaaaaay back in like 1997. He didn't take it with him, and since I was the only one in my family not totally fucking terrified of the thing I inherited it. Don't think I ever named it, everyone just called it 'that goddamn spider' etc. I was like 13 at the time and really knew absolutely nothing about tarantulas, only a few basics that my brother left me with before he moved. Therefore I'm not sure what species it was, I THINK it was a chilean rose tarantula and I'm fairly certain it was female.
I fed it crickets mostly, although sometimes in the summer I'd go catch grasshoppers in the backyard. Although as for a weird story, once my sisters had pet goldfish but since they are complete failures they never cleaned the tank and it was starting to stink up their room. They refused to clean it as it was 'too gross' so of course I was charged with the task. My parents also suggested that I deal with the goldfish, I think they meant flushing them down the toilet but I decided to toss them in with the tarantula. It actually ate them too.
Anyways the thing was a freakin escape artist. I had no idea they could fit through such small holes. I ended up keeping it for a few years, but one day it escaped while my mom was using my computer to type something up for work and when she saw it crawling up the wall next to her, well, I still remember it as it was the loudest most blood curdling scream I've ever heard.
They made me give it to one of my uncle's friends who apparently owned one before, no idea what happened to it afterwards. Kind of sad actually, I thought it was the coolest pet ever but I didn't want to get attached to it because I assumed my brother would come back for it one day. If I had one now I'd take a lot better care of it.
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