After a few moments’ rest, our guardian lifted herself up and dragged herself over to her babies. She was obviously exhausted, but she wouldn’t rest until she had examined all of her children. She poked and prodded at them, licking them and rubbing herself against them. Finally, she ascertained that they were all happy and healthy, although she fretted over her little runt much more than the others.
It was a beautiful, heartwarming moment… until, of course, I ruined it by saying, “Um… what are we going to do with eleven spider creature things?”
My mom just groaned.
The babies grew up fast, which was both a joy and a problem.
They seemed like healthy, happy little babies, and their mother was very happy with them, but even she was getting exasperated after a while. Sure, the basement was big, but it was nowhere near big enough to house all of the children. It was clear that something had to be done.
I, of course, had no good ideas as to how to handle the, uh… situation. My mother, on the other hand, has always been incredibly resourceful and only a few days after the birth, she was struck with an idea.
“Cassie, our library creature… she’s been a good guardian to us, hasn’t she?”