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So I did it. I went to the pet store and got the girl to take down the rosie, and had a nice chat with her about T behaviour and husbandry as I tried to pick up the T and got used to the size.
At first I was like "AUGH!" and thought maybe I should just wait for Bungee to grow up, but then I saw how placid she was, just moving around casually no matter how many times I gently stroked her abdomen with the paintbrush... A psycho rosie she was not. Added to that, she was very pretty, prettier than I expected, and although she wasn't red-phase, she had a delicate rose-mauve irridescent carapace, and her abdomen was not missing any hair, suggesting she was happy as she was and fairly unstressed.
Something in me told me she felt right, so I gently eased her into my container, bought an ample-sized petpal and some larger crix, and took her home.
I got her settled on some thick substrate with a nice waterdish and a flowerpot hide and sat down to ask her to tell me her name. I touched her abomen and she seemed to want to climb out, so I held out my hand and she got on. She's not big, maybe about 3.5 inches - not sure if she's a juvie or adult, or even if she is a she - but she hardly fits in my hand because I have such small, almost childlike hands. But she sat there, and wrapped her pedipalps, and her first set of legs under my hand to secure herself.
I was a bit nervous because she is so new and big, and I didn't want to upset her with my hand shaking slightly, so I decided to put her back in her enclosure. She then crawled head first into her flowerpot hide so for some reason I decided to stroke her abdomen with the paintbrush again, and to my wonder, she seemed to really like it. In fact, she rose up on tiptoe to let me rub underneath her, and seemed to be encouraging me to continue.
She seems very peaceful and friendly despite being stuck in a small deli container and trundled home on a bus, so I discovered her name is "Agape" (pronounced Ah-gah-pay), which is unconditional love.
This is my last one, really it is.
Greensleeves
At first I was like "AUGH!" and thought maybe I should just wait for Bungee to grow up, but then I saw how placid she was, just moving around casually no matter how many times I gently stroked her abdomen with the paintbrush... A psycho rosie she was not. Added to that, she was very pretty, prettier than I expected, and although she wasn't red-phase, she had a delicate rose-mauve irridescent carapace, and her abdomen was not missing any hair, suggesting she was happy as she was and fairly unstressed.
Something in me told me she felt right, so I gently eased her into my container, bought an ample-sized petpal and some larger crix, and took her home.
I got her settled on some thick substrate with a nice waterdish and a flowerpot hide and sat down to ask her to tell me her name. I touched her abomen and she seemed to want to climb out, so I held out my hand and she got on. She's not big, maybe about 3.5 inches - not sure if she's a juvie or adult, or even if she is a she - but she hardly fits in my hand because I have such small, almost childlike hands. But she sat there, and wrapped her pedipalps, and her first set of legs under my hand to secure herself.
I was a bit nervous because she is so new and big, and I didn't want to upset her with my hand shaking slightly, so I decided to put her back in her enclosure. She then crawled head first into her flowerpot hide so for some reason I decided to stroke her abdomen with the paintbrush again, and to my wonder, she seemed to really like it. In fact, she rose up on tiptoe to let me rub underneath her, and seemed to be encouraging me to continue.
She seems very peaceful and friendly despite being stuck in a small deli container and trundled home on a bus, so I discovered her name is "Agape" (pronounced Ah-gah-pay), which is unconditional love.
This is my last one, really it is.
Greensleeves
