you had a pet whip-spider,you named it whisk,it was a male,you kept it in this big container which definitely had enough room,whisk would sometimes,grab your finger with his hand things,he was pretty tame,he couldn't give you a serious injury if he tried,also it was morning time,the sun shining,as you were crouched beside his container you smiled at him,you knew that if he could smile he would.You understood his body-language and what it meant,he seemed to be looking up at you

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