My baby sister had a pet tarrantula she named Michelle after her boss who she disliked. She fed it live crickets that she bought at a pet store. After 3 or 4 years she found the crickets munching on Michelle, who had passed away in the middle of the night. My Dad had a pet crow he raised from an egg. He taught it to talk and it taught itself to make a hawk cry to piss off their chickens. He had it for several years until it flew away with some wild crows.