When I was ‘growing’ up in California on good, red-letter days, I would capture a jumping spider. Having caught same, I would place her into a mason jar with wood chips. You see, jumping spiders do not build webs (this makes them ideal pets, by the way); they like to live in caves made by little boys using wood chips. Well, that is what I always heard. And my experience bore that out.
Anyway, once I moved to Texas, I missed my spiders. Not that Texas has a spider shortage, mind you. I just did not know where to look. “Looking for Spiders in all the wrong places.”
One day, lo’ and behold, I found a jumping spider which looked so much familiar to me,
“Natasha! (I have always named my spiders), Natasha! did you walk all the way here from California?”
“Of course,” she said, “Yes.”
I gathered her up and placed her into my mason jar. I did not ask if she wanted to be my pet. I just assumed.
Months later, I announced to my Grandparents:
“My spider is gonna have babies.”
“Lance, Son” my Grandmother informed me, “There is no daddy spider in there. Your spider cannot possibly have baby spiders.”