I was hanging my tent over the shower rod to dry out, since I had to pack it away wet, and the kittens were in the bathroom because anything to do with the shower curtain is automatically Of Interest To Them. As I was draping the tent over the pole a fucking GIANT SPIDER slithered out of it, apparently he’d hitched a ride, which is probably why my backpack felt heavier going back.
This spider walked like a man. He was a tarantula junior, and while I understand that spiders are a vital part of our ecosystem and more afraid of me than I am of them, I still was not down with having to charge him rent for sharing the condo, he was that big. (Also I’m well aware he was probably a she and I don’t want to be dad to a thousand spider babies.)
So while I was casting around for something large enough to murder the spider with, up pops Dearborn, who watches this monster drop into the tub, leaps in, pounces, and
cronch cronch cronch
WHAT A GOOD KITTEN. THE VERY BEST KITTEN. SHE ATE A SPIDER HALF HER OWN BODY WEIGHT. SUCH A GOOD KITTEN.
And I don’t even have to give her a treat! She already had one! IT WAS THE SPIDER!
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