15/05/2022
I'VE ALWAYS BEEN FASCINATED BY spiders. I used to collect them when I was
younger. I'd spend hours rooting through the dusty old shed at the bottom of our garden,
hunting the cobwebs for lurking eight-legged predators. When I found one, I'd bring it in and
let it loose in my bedroom.
It used to drive my mom crazy!
Usually, the spider would slip away after no more than a day or two, never to be seen
again, but sometimes they hung around longer. I had one who made a cobweb above my bed
and stood guard for almost a month. Going to sleep, I used to imagine the spider creeping
down, crawling into my mouth, sliding down my throat, and laying loads of eggs in my belly.
The baby spiders would hatch after a while and eat me alive, from the inside out.
I loved being scared when I was little.
When I was nine, my mom and dad gave me a small tarantula. It wasn't poisonous or very
big, but it was the greatest gift I'd ever received. I played with that spider almost every
waking hour of the day. Gave it all sorts of treats: flies and cockroaches and tiny worms.Spoiled it rotten.
