March 18 - Comparisons

Michelle.
She has glistengold eyes, brown and hazel. Her voice is soft and tinted with some backwoods, but still soft and lilting.
Spencer.
He had eight legs, eight eyes, two fangs, and rose-brown hair. I could pet him on the head, but he doesn't seem too fond of being a surrogate puppy.
As we pondered our impending purchase, no one had really been brave enough to hold the spider except the guy who fetched the spider and Aly.
Aly let the tarantula crawl up her arm until it reached her shoulder. Her face stretched away from the big bug as she looked to the sales clerk for assistance. The clerk carefully pulled the spider from his roost upon her shoulder and rested him in his hand.
As we stood there watching the tarantula sitting there watching us, Michelle played with the idea of letting a big hairy insect crawl on her arm. As soon as she agreed, the other salesclerk sat him in her open hand. She quickly withdrew the offer and suddenly, I wondered if she had a curiosity for the spider or me (wishful thinking, I guess). She decided not to touch the spider. Me neither.
The other clerk (Rick) tucked Spencer into his little "carry-out" box, which had three holes on either side. All five of us peered into the holes at the spider and then I looked up at Michelle. She returned the glance, even smiling a little.
After paying, I picked up Spencer while Hair picked up the Aquarium and all of its accessories. Aly took care of the cricket cup.
After we left the store, the ever-observant Hair realized my real take in this new pet. Spiders get all the cool girls.