pet the tarantula

fleeting and very much WIP

The moment I stopped being scared of spiders was when one of the zookeepers in Skansen put one in my hand. It was a tarantula. She felt and acted like a cat. The little hairs on her legs felt soft to touch. Her arachnid name translated into simian Aurelia.

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a giant foot-shaped snail with a house on its back. the house is still in construction, with a big crane towering above it The image is a stylized black-and-white illustration. In the lower left corner, there is a small, cozy-looking house with smoke rising from its chimney. The smoke, however, does not dissipate into the air but instead forms a dark, looming cloud. Within the cloud, the silhouette of a large, menacing face is visible, with its eyes and nose peeking through the darkness. The creature, perhaps a cat, appears to be watching over the house ominously, creating a sense of foreboding or unease.