I saw Oliver playing with something kind of big in the driveway the week of Halloween. He was throwing it in the air and drooling like a mad dog. This is what he had. Thanks to the kids always ready to jab anything with a spear I didn't have to freak out too much. They took care of it when Ollie was bored or tired of being bitten, we're not sure which. I don't care if anyone thinks it's cruel to kill a harmless tarantula or not. When it takes lots of stabbing to finally make it stop moving it's just too creepy to exist.
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