I Was a Tarantula’s Pet

For ten days, in my fifteenth year, I was owned by a tarantula. I inverted the common terminology used to describe person to pet relationship because when I once owned a small green spider. It lived in my house in a jar for several days not wanting to. But on those ten days I lived on the TARANTULA’S TURF.
We camped at Salt and Sea where temperatures reached into the hundreds during the day then sank so low our car radiator froze rock solid every night. “Maybe we can go home early.” I hinted, the answer was, “No.” I could take the heat but I couldn’t sleep I was so cold I quietly cried all night. By the third day I wanted to die, but that’s the day I discovered someone was even colder.
That early morning my Dad encouraged me to put my hand near the frightening thing and she crawled right on. The next day and every day after, the tarantula met me early to be held until the sun warmed the rocks. I had a reason to live despite my misery, it was only then it occurred to me to explain my situation to my Mom, who fixed it immediately. I guess you could say I was saved by a Tarantula.  nancymauerman.com

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