HeartBum
Arachnobaron
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- Nov 14, 2020
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I've had plenty of T-related dreams since starting the hobby. Sadly, it's normally that they escape/they're super spiteful and out to kill me. I'm a former wuss when it comes to spiders but I hold no fear against mine, so it's a weird state of affairs.
Last night's dream was different however, as my mind was clearly excited about the arrival of new T's the day after (pleased to say they are all safe and well, and none have tried to kill me... Yet. Thank you Creatures From The North!). In this one, my new guys arrived, but it wasn't quite what I was expecting. Boxes and boxes of T's/Scorps/Dubias/Crickets/True spiders, and... a cat onesie? The weirdest thing was they were all mixed in together and I couldn't separate them without squishing them, but the extremely large T's (and also extremely venemous) kept escaping and I'd find them all over my house whilst trying to hide it from my family.
After this fiasco, I decide I'm going to go to what is essentially a tarantula Summer Camp - 6 months away just chilling with T's and other hobbyists. I'm in the cab, realise I haven't unpacked my T's, my social anxiety rears its head, and I have to return home. For fear of people, and for fear of being the first one to be tagged in front of everyone.
I don't know either.
Share your dreams!
Last night's dream was different however, as my mind was clearly excited about the arrival of new T's the day after (pleased to say they are all safe and well, and none have tried to kill me... Yet. Thank you Creatures From The North!). In this one, my new guys arrived, but it wasn't quite what I was expecting. Boxes and boxes of T's/Scorps/Dubias/Crickets/True spiders, and... a cat onesie? The weirdest thing was they were all mixed in together and I couldn't separate them without squishing them, but the extremely large T's (and also extremely venemous) kept escaping and I'd find them all over my house whilst trying to hide it from my family.
After this fiasco, I decide I'm going to go to what is essentially a tarantula Summer Camp - 6 months away just chilling with T's and other hobbyists. I'm in the cab, realise I haven't unpacked my T's, my social anxiety rears its head, and I have to return home. For fear of people, and for fear of being the first one to be tagged in front of everyone.
I don't know either.
Share your dreams!