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- Feb 27, 2003
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I got home about 2 hours ago. I saw one of my B. smithi slings on its side - I thought it was dead for a second. I opened the deli cup (16 oz luxury suite) to check if I needed to plan a funeral, BUT, little Owens (named after Terrell Owens of the 49ers) waved its little legs to me as if saying, "ah, don't worry, I'm just molting." I saw the tear on its abdomen, so I covered Owens so I could mist (need the extra humidity), and left the little guy to do its duty. I checked a few minutes ago and, viola! Done! I think the booger's pushing an inch now. Another successful molt! Oh happy day!=D
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