I came home about 1 am last night after a long ass run. I go to pull back my curtains in my bedroom to open the window, and My Tarantula's was just chillin' on the window sill. I caught that mutherfucker and put him back in his cage. I put sum heavy ass books on the lid, and taped that shit shut. The great thing is, pops is gonna let me keep it. Hell yeah. I'm gonna have to start smokin' "Harry" out. The dude was gone for like 2 weeks, it's lookin' all skinny. I'm gonna swoop some crickets today, this fool's gonna be grubbin'