The Aphonopelma hentzi that wandered onto my porch and curled up, presumably to die. I suspect it encountered some pesticide, but after some time in a new home (my apartment) it started to regain it's strength. Now it is a healthy, happy T again.
One of my little rose hairs. Boring, I know, but the first species I owned, it has a special little place in my heart. This ones named after my mum :