My wife confronted me today about keeping tarantulas.
Brief recap for those who do not know the story. I got my first four G pulchra back in December, against my wife's wishes and without her knowledge. Well four soon became 12 and 2 GBB.
Any way, she asked me today when I was planning to tell her about the "spiders." I was, naturally, quite shocked and prepared for nuclear fallout, but held my composure and quite simply replied, "What spiders?"
She said "The tarantulas you got!"
Well for a brief moment my heart sank, and I feared the absolute worst. In the fraction of a second that it took for me to hear her words and process them I had already pictured our divorce - She got the house, the kids, the dogs, and the cars. I was left with my cat, and my tarantulas living in the RV down by the river.
Before I knew what I was saying, the words fell my lips, "I wasn't going to tell you." Thats it, it is all over, I better start packing.
Amazingly, she did not erupt. I got lectured about trust and being underhanded, and always doing whatever I want even when she says not to; that was it, nothing more.
I am still a bit shocked. I don't even know how she found out; I am too afraid to ask for fear of pushing the issue.
She did not leave me, and I still have my beautiful tarantulas, and my breeding program is still on track.
And to think, I have been living on eggshells for the past 7 months; I think I my have cut 10 years off my life with all the stress...
totally worth it.
She even began asking me about them, I was so excited to be able to talk tarantula with her, finally.
Brief recap for those who do not know the story. I got my first four G pulchra back in December, against my wife's wishes and without her knowledge. Well four soon became 12 and 2 GBB.
Any way, she asked me today when I was planning to tell her about the "spiders." I was, naturally, quite shocked and prepared for nuclear fallout, but held my composure and quite simply replied, "What spiders?"
She said "The tarantulas you got!"
Well for a brief moment my heart sank, and I feared the absolute worst. In the fraction of a second that it took for me to hear her words and process them I had already pictured our divorce - She got the house, the kids, the dogs, and the cars. I was left with my cat, and my tarantulas living in the RV down by the river.
Before I knew what I was saying, the words fell my lips, "I wasn't going to tell you." Thats it, it is all over, I better start packing.
Amazingly, she did not erupt. I got lectured about trust and being underhanded, and always doing whatever I want even when she says not to; that was it, nothing more.
I am still a bit shocked. I don't even know how she found out; I am too afraid to ask for fear of pushing the issue.
She did not leave me, and I still have my beautiful tarantulas, and my breeding program is still on track.
And to think, I have been living on eggshells for the past 7 months; I think I my have cut 10 years off my life with all the stress...
totally worth it.
She even began asking me about them, I was so excited to be able to talk tarantula with her, finally.
