I came home last night at 730pm to find Diablo, my vagans, splayed out like a passed-out sailor. WOO HOO! That meant I might actually get to BE THERE for a molt … the action didn’t begin until about 930-ish, and I actually missed the beginning – which is okay, if getting there in the middle is what I have to do, I’ll take it! It was the weirdest, most wonderful, bizarre macabre and fascinating thing all at once - I know I’m preaching to the choir here, but please indulge a guy just this once
- wow, what a sight – it was like seeing an octopus extracting itself from a tight crevasse in slow motion – and the weird part was that the tight bundle of emerging legs were the trademark teal-blue color, but the carapace, fangs, and abdomen were a glistening mass of pale, shapeless tissue that kind of alarmed me at first – but I got over that, sat back, let nature take its course, and observed the whole process – the eeriest part for me was seeing the clearly vacated molt-legs still moving as Diablo slowly backed out of them, as if they were in some sort of final desperate death throes. Anyway, I tried to get pictures, and none were what I would even call satisfactory (see them below), but I can’t complain anymore about never witnessing a molt – YIPPEE!!! :clap: And Diablo came through the ordeal as sleek and beautiful as an 8-legged Lamborghini.
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