Charlotte couldn’t believe her eyes. Right at her feet lay the biggest, hairiest spider she’d ever seen! And recess had been going so well. Charlotte raised her foot and prepared to kick it away from the playground.
“Stop!” a boy called. Charlotte’s classmate Zach jumped in front of the spider. “That’s a desert blond tarantula! We should help it!”
Charlotte looked at the tarantula on the ground. “It looks dead.”
“It’s not dead,” said Zach. “The legs aren’t curled inward.”
Charlotte sighed. Zach loved spiders just as much as Charlotte despised them. And in the Arizona desert where they lived, spiders like tarantulas were common. Too common.
Charlotte hadn’t always felt this way. But three years ago, on a camping trip with her family, Charlotte woke up in the middle of the night and felt something tickling her legs. She found hundreds of little brown spiders in her tent! Their creepy, crawly legs were everywhere. She screamed and ran away, almost jumping into the lake to get away from them. Ever since that night, even the thought of spiders sent shivers down her spine.
Charlotte and Zach’s teacher, Ms. Hernandez, walked over to them. “What have you kids found?”
“A desert blond tarantula!” exclaimed Zach. “But I think it’s injured. Can we bring it inside?”
Charlotte held her breath. Please say no, she thought.