March 16 - Time to Name the Pet

Hair came home from work to find Aly and me watching "The Simpsons." He brought home a pizza, so we opened it and began eating. Within moments it was gone.
Hair looked up from his last slice of pizza over at the spider. "Have you fed it yet?"
"Yeah," said Aly, as she got up and plopped on the couch. She leaned backward, arching her back and looked at the spider. It stared right back at her.
"Have you given it a name?" she asked.
I shook my head, then thought for a moment. "I was thinking Maximilian, actually. Aly and Hair quickly vetoed that name as quickly as I had come up with it.
"How about Sydney?" suggested Hair.
"Hmmm," I thought, "Sydney." That had a nice ring to it.
"How about Alex?" I suggested, not ready to rest on one of the first names we came up with.
"No," answered Aly, then a moment of silence followed.
She fell back and laid prostrate on the couch, looking up at the ceiling, then began playing with her hair, pulling it over her forehead and down into her mouth, chewing on the ends. "Spencer," she said, breaking the silence, as Hair and I watched the lifeless bug in its terrarium. Or, as Hair preferred saying, the "terrorium."
"Spencer it is," I said. Hair simply nodded in agreement and gazed at the bug, waiting for the excitement to begin.
Aly dumped the whole cup of crickets on the spider. He must have felt like a Spanish child who had just taken the lucky swing at a piñata.
She said that she liked Robert Urich on the detective show of the same name. Hair and I turned from our perch at the back of the couch, where we had been anxiously waiting for the Spider to launch into his prey, and then looked at each other. I liked it. So did Hair. And so it was. We had a name for the hairy monster sitting at the end of the couch in our living room.
Spencer.