Posted Jul 01, 2016
When I was a little kid, I loved keeping insects as pets. One day, I got a Black Widow Spider from one of my dad's co-workers (he gave her the name). I basically begged her off the guy when I found out he was keeping her, but I think he was getting tired of her, anyway. I was something like a combo of Wednesday Addams and Pippi Longstockings as a kid.
Lucretia Borgia lived in a jar with holes in the lid and some greenery. Every morning, I would put a fly in the jar. She would eat it, then spin her web and do her little spider things.
Lucretia, I have to say, was one of the most agreeable and easy-to-keep pets I've ever had. You couldn't handle her, of course, but I grew quite attached to her. So, I was devastated when, one day about nine months later, I found her curled up at the bottom of her jar. I buried her in the backyard in her jar and gave her a nice little funeral. Then I took up with another spider (a little brown one) in another jar. That one lasted about four months and I gave it a similar funeral.
From what I've read since then, Black Widow Spiders normally live about three years, so I guess Lucretia must have been middle-aged by the time I got her. I'm glad I was able to give her a comfortable retirement, even if a story like Charlotte's Web still makes me sad.