

In books, the heroes can make as many mistakes as they like. The thing about real life is, when you do something stupid, it normally costs you. Everything I describe in this book happened, just as I tell it. I don’t expect you to believe me – I wouldn’t believe it myself if I hadn’t lived it – but it is. One will become obvious as this book unfolds. I started with that tale from the past for two reasons. They said I was an irresponsible fool, and from that day on they never again let me have a pet, not even an ordinary garden spider. My parents nearly hollered the roof down when they found out what I’d done – the tarantula had cost quite a bit of money. My pet was dead, it was my fault, and there was nothing I could do about it. I cried a lot, but it was too late for tears. Needless to say, things didn’t happen quite like they did in the cartoon. He squeezed out of the bag, dusty and dirty and mad as hell. I’d been watching a cartoon in which one of the characters was sucked up by a vacuum cleaner. Gave it all sorts of treats: flies and cockroaches and tiny worms. I played with that spider almost every waking hour of the day. It wasn’t poisonous or very big, but it was the greatest gift I’d ever received. When I was nine, my mum and dad gave me a small tarantula.

The baby spiders would hatch after a while and eat me alive, from the inside out. Going to sleep, I used to imagine the spider creeping down, crawling into my mouth, sliding down my throat and laying loads of eggs in my belly. I had one who made a cobweb above my bed and stood sentry for almost a month. Usually, the spider would slip away after no more than a day or two, never to be seen again, but sometimes they hung around longer. When I found one, I’d bring it in and let it loose in my bedroom. I’d spend hours rooting through the dusty old shed at the bottom of our garden, hunting the cobwebs for lurking eight-legged predators. I used to collect them when I was younger. Urn:oclc:861358830 Republisher_date 20120227020123 Republisher_operator Scandate 20120225202312 Scanner ’VE ALWAYS been fascinated by spiders. Urn:oclc:record:1035751872 Extramarc University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign (PZ) Foldoutcount 0 Identifier sonsofdestiny00shan Identifier-ark ark:/13960/t9v133t2g Isbn 9780316156295Ġ316156299 Lccn 2005057894 Ocr ABBYY FineReader 8.0 Openlibrary OL20945698M Openlibrary_edition Access-restricted-item true Addeddate 19:38:27 Boxid IA176601 Boxid_2 CH107101 Camera Canon EOS 5D Mark II City New York Donorīostonpubliclibrary Edition 1st U.S.
