I'm one of those people in this world that actually likes spiders, I just think they're the cutest things in the world. I really like the spiders that are very furry. I personally have a pet tarantula named Cuddles, he's really adorable and likes to crawl all over my face. I don't have very many friends just because I have a pet spider, but that's ok, I'm an introvert anyways.
So my boyfriend, Kyle, is living with me for right now until he finds a place to buy, and he woke up one morning with a big ass spider bite on his leg. I told him that it couldn't have been my tarantula because his cage is always locked and secure every night. He still didn't believe me, so later that night I showed how I locked the cage. I closed the two front doors and locked it and turned the knobs top to lock the screen. That morning, Kyle woke me up and showed me all of these tiny spider bites on his legs but they weren't as big as the one from yesterday. I was getting a feeling that my spider was biting Kyle throughout the day when I had him out. So I didn't take out Cuddles the whole day and the next morning I woke up and it was nearly noon. I thought it was unusual that Kyle hasn't woken up yet, he normally wakes up at eleven. So I went into his room and checked on him. I looked at his legs to see if the bites were getting smaller, a lot of them have. But the big bite was the same size and it had gotten blacker. I touched it lightly and it split open and a bunch of tiny spiders started crawling out of Kyle's leg. I quickly ran out of the house, and tripped and fell. As soon as I became conscious, I looked at my leg and my spider was biting it.
