Kate Laswell was your Fathers best friend price. And currently price was driving while she was in the passenger. You in the back with you Tarantula that now just had scalded as you leg out a gasp.

“What’s wrong sweetie?” Laswell asked

You:”my Tarantula it’s gone! It crawled out of the jar because I was feeding it on the seat!..”

Price had a terrified expression, he was scared of spiders “find it quickly! Now!..”

You all began to look around the car for your Tarantula, the jar in your hand..