First Molt

I had entered my grandmother’s room to check on my pet spider, which we were aware of was undergoing it’s first molt. I had just left the room to use the bathroom, but when I returned the spider had grown so large it was beginning to poke out the top of the container. I notified my grandmother and told her we had to leave—as i turned back to look at the spider it was already out of the cage, twice as big as it was before, and still actively growing.

I grabbed my grandmothers arm and begin running pushing her infront of me. We made our way down the hallway, but as we did I could hear the pitter-pattering of its feet as it ran behind us. Then I felt it grab me.