And I felt this so much that last week, when I found and killed teeny tiny bugs in my apartment, I left the bodies of the teeny tiny bugs on a window ledge in the room** where I'd last seen a spider. Want food, spider? Here's some!
That was last week. Maybe the spider had died in the meantime, or the spider had moved on, or the spider wasn't interested in non-moving prey, because the little bug bodies were still there. I picked them up and threw them out.
And, obviously, I don't really know that much about spiders. Somewhere, spider mother*** aoniedesade is shaking her head.
If I ever had a real pet spider, I'll learn more! More than Chris Quinn learned about caring for his pet ant...
* Like larger than my hand, maybe.
** Room not named, in deference to those of you who don't want to know where spiders could be.
*** Well, spider caretaker really. Spider mother implies something else if you think of it the way I'd think of it.