Hey peeps,
It's been a very distressing week to say the least. My beautiful tarantula, one of the dearest loves of my life, Max, died yesterday. I never thought I'd feel this awfully lonely without a spider by my side, but I'm already starting to feel the affects of her loss. I keep looking over into her tank but all it is, is bare. She was a fighter, that much I have to say, she didn't lay down and take her death easily. I think I love her just that much more for that.
To say a spider was one of my best friends, would be odd to most, but wholeheartedly truthful in my case. She was keeper of my deepest secrets, the things I couldn't tell anyone I could whisper to her. She was the first thing I saw in the morning, and the last thing I saw at night. She was simply beautiful.
Now a day after her death I am graced with a constant reminder of her, in the form of a rash formed by the urticating hairs she had on her abdomen. At first it was just on two fingers, but it has rapidly spread to my whole hand and down my forearm. Annoying to say the least. Also it kind of burns.
I would say more, but there's nothing left to say.
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