Confession

I can't hold my spider. I'm scared to death. She is so cool- I *think* that just about everyone I know- or at least talk with or email with any regularity will agree that they've all been subjected to endless blabber about Willow. I love her. She's the coolest thing since freezers. She's cool without even trying to be.

But when she moves fast, I about pee my pants.

So I am wanting to clean out her cage. It's early- only needs to be done once every 4 months or so but there are crickets that are dead in there and I need to clean it out and I can't find the crickets.....which means I need to get my spidey into this here container. Right? The girl at the store just scoops them up like nothing. Even when they run fast. SHIT. Me? OH HOLY GOD. I put the container in there and tried to scoop her and she dodged me quickly and I squealed like a fricken pig. Seriously. HOW STUPID. I love her. She's just a glorious tarantula. I'm so irritated at me. UGH. I need to do it and get the HELL OVER IT! ACK!
Maybe I'll try again later. I'll have some free time tonight. HOLD ME!!!