Ahem!
Excuse me, ladies, and especially my beautiful Virginia, but ya'll are forgetting one very important fact.
The GG in this household . . .
moi . . . has not consented to having either a Black Widow spider or a Timber Rattlesnake as a pet, nor anything else that is of the creepy-crawly or slithering variety, and it will be an extremely bitter, cold, and frozen-over day in 7734 before I do! In other words, it ain't gonna happen, no way, no how, and no apologies, either.
The Black Widow spider is firmly enclosed in a glass jar right now, and I will admit to tormenting the bejeebers out of it simply because I can.

However, if I had my way the Black Widow will not survive, and I don't care how many insects it can eat.
In my book, the only good spiders are dead ones, and snakes were created purely to make shoes, belts, and purses out of their skins.
::grrrrrrr::
- SL
PS: The only pets that I will consent to include the flying variety that regularly visit our 6 feeders, as well as the many chipmunks, squirrels, groundhogs, and deer that we see here. Oh, yeah, and Brutus, our neighbor's pure-bred German Shepherd (who's just a big puppy at heart)!