It doesn’t matter if it was a pet, a child, or someone else, just that you were taking care of them.

  • lonefighter@sh.itjust.works
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    11 hours ago

    I have arachnophobia and I’ve trained my cats to take care of spiders for me, since I live alone. One night I was up late, as usual, and around 2am I went into my kitchen, turned the light on, and the biggest spider I’ve ever seen in my apartment ran across the floor. The fucker was definitely not the biggest I’ve ever seen, but huge, furry, and fat for an inside spider. I went to go get my work boots to smash it, but before I could even move my cat came tearing into the kitchen, leaned down and swallowed it in one gulp. He didn’t even chew. I was half disgusted thinking of that thing alive and wriggling in his stomach, and half so proud of him for being my hero and slaying the monster for me. He got tons of treats as a reward.

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      8 hours ago

      That’s hilarious. How big was the thing? Because I’m imagining a huntsman in my head.

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        7 hours ago

        Maybe 30 mm across? Like I said, definitely not the biggest spider I’ve ever seen, I used to live in a house that had Wolf spiders (made me want to genuinely die every time I saw one, those fuckers are HUGE) but for my current apartment, that’s a big spider.

        The two worst things about living alone are having to figure out dinner every single night and having to deal with my own spiders. The only other thing I hate about living alone is never having anyone to cuddle up with. Other than that, living alone is heaven.